Post by walkindude on Apr 2, 2019 22:07:00 GMT
Three HUGE matches in the March Oil Report, friends!
Silence your phone, turn off the TV and prepare yourself for no less than 21 pages of the greatest action the stars of FAWN's oily scene have to offer! You'll be glad ya did!
~rf
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Two months away from the Oil Pit might not have seemed like a long time, but to Lenore Lemarchand it felt like a lifetime pressing in around her during her first trip into the Pit since Adelaide injured her eye back in December. Actually it wasn’t a lifetime, it was the arms of one Sayuki Matsumoto, the curvaceous powerhouse of the Asian Invasion that were digging deep into the Raven’s ivory, oil-slicked ribs. Very much aware that her own assets had practically disappeared against the overwhelming surge of her opponent’s grip, Lenore shook her head ‘no’ and waggled a finger just to emphasize the point.
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
This defiance didn’t please Matsumoto in the slightest, she gouged her knotted hands into the small of Lemarchand’s back and scrubbed her chest back n’ forth to make sure the Courtier felt every bit of the disparity. After several more seconds she barked a demand in Lenore’s face, punctuating it with another hard squeeze. Lenore’s Japanese was good enough to recognize the call for surrender, but she didn’t bother answering in the Invader’s native tongue. Instead she ‘paaaaked’ a few punches into Matsumoto’s ribs, then leaned into the Hug and stretched her arms wide, Emily’s Lady in Waiting clearly looking to ring Sayuki’s bell.
Having returned to the States without her mentor and manager, Sayuki bore down on her embrace in an odd silence, trying to squeeze every bit of breath from the Baroness. But when Lenore's hands clapped behind the head of the curvy Japanese grappler, it's evident Matsumoto could have used some shrieking instructions from the sidelines. The Bell Ringer from the Raven dazed the Invader, her arms loosening enough for Lenore to use the baby oil to ooze her way out from the constricting arms.
Matsumoto, determined to create another act for her FAWN career, shook her noggin, trying to rattle her senses back into place. She rose to her feet, but on the slippery surface of the Pit, Sayuki seemed a fish out of water, instantly losing her footing and dropping to her knees as Lemarchand reached vertical. The infamous Pit Mistress, despite the time away, looked in her favorite environs, latching onto one of Sayuki's long ebony ponytails. She lifted the Invader's chin and cracked a raised knee underneath, snapping Sayuki's head back and letting the greasy grappler in the iconic red bikini flop to her back, even more confused than before.
Breathing hard in the wake of the heavier wrestler’s crushing embrace, Lenore took a moment to circle around Sayuki, ostensibly to plan her next move, in reality she just wanted to steady her respiration. The circuit gave Matsumoto enough time to sit up, so the Raven grabbed a double fistful of those ponytails and used them to guide the Destroyer to all fours. Tugging down on Sayuki’s noggin, Lenore stepped in and slid her thighs shut around her opponent’s noggin. Just like that she squeeeeeeeeezed hard, every muscle in her thighs and calves shredding into oily relief.
“Give up!” Lemarchand CRAAACKED her opponent’s nearly bare back with a few hard slaps to make sure nothing was lost in translation. Matsumoto wailed something that sounded like a denial at best and an insult at worse, so Lenore hooked her fingers into claws and raaaaaaaaaaked Sayuki’s back with both hands. “What was that?”
Sayuki snarled and replied with claws of her own, well manicured nails digging into the backside of Lenore’s thighs. Eyes narrowed to dark slots, the Baroness dipped down into a handstand behind the penitent Matsumoto and continued to squeeze like a woman on a mission.
Pulled up to her haunches from all fours by Lenore's scissoring game of Twister, Matsumoto pried at the straining stems of the Raven, but the effort was useless. Lemarchand continued to use her legs like a vise, Sayuki's face growing rosy as the pressure increased. The Invader tried to get her feet beneath her, but Lenore pulled her Scissors in toward her, the Courtier folding her legs at the knees and forcing Matsumoto-san into a modified Dragon Sleeper arched position. Bent back, her spine curved uncomfortably, Sayuki's watering eyes pointed to the lights above the Pit. For the Asian, there's no base from which to rise and Lenore delighted in her dominance, showing FAWN and Sayuki for her that Pit Wrestling was like riding a bike, as would be riding Matsumoto. Tucking her legs in even farther, the Raven ended in a schoolgirl press of the folded Japanese powerhouse, Sayuki's thighs on calves, Lenore bracketing Matsumoto's head with her thighs and shins, making a mockery of what many thought would be a tough tussle of the long awaited return of the Baroness to her oil.
With Sayuki’s legs effectively removed from the equation, at least for the moment, Lenore flattened her hands into paddles and resumed her campaign of buggywhip slaps to the Invader’s gulping midsection. “C’mon Say-Say, I thought you wanted to fight!” She curled one hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED the Invader’s tummy before treating herself to a rough Belly Claw. “Where are those suns and moons of yours? I thought they were going to end my reign? Not feeling so confident anymore?”
Sayuki growled, popped her hips and kicked her legs up, threading them beneath Lemarchand’s biceps. It should’ve been enough to dislodge the Raven, but Lenore felt it coming and raised up just enough to really drive the air from Matsumoto’s lungs when she dropped her butt on the Destroyer’s chest! Showing the crowd a pleased smile as they enjoyed snug Matchbook, Lemarchand pulled one hand away to wave, then CRAAACKED it against her foe’s backside!
Lenore paddled her a few more times before relinquishing the pinning combination. This proved little solace for Matsumoto, as the black-clad brunette grabbed hold of her ankles and folded them up over Sayuki’s ears. As pins went it looked good without being too effective, as Sayuki could squirm a shoulder off the floor without too much effort. Of course Lenore wasn’t actually looking for a pin, instead she sidled into position on the Invader’s right, then hopped up and stretched out full length, the Raven looking to Splash down on those exposed haunches!
Becoming more gassed by the second, Lenore playing Matsumoto like an oily fiddle, Sayuki tried to wriggle her way out of the matchbook before the Raven's flight ends. But the oily Asian couldn’t manage by the time Lemarchand's frame CRASHED down atop the back Sayuki's stems. Matsumoto doubled nearly to the breaking point by the force of the Splash, the Invader groaning deeply, air expunged and hamstrings pulled to snapping from the forced extension of her legs. Lenore lifted off and splashes down a second and third time, each time Sayuki getting flatter than the last, almost getting smothered by her own crotch so bent was she. Lenore slid off her foe and admired her handiwork, Sayuki so folded she remained that way even without Lemarchand's mass on top of her. Playfully stifling a yawn, Lenore couldn’t help but walk her fingers atop the red bikini-covered and upturned undercarriage of the waffled Invader.
"I'm going to make a message out of you, Sayuki-san. They're going to make me Baroness for life."
Sayuki groaned, managed to swat Lenore’s hand away from her trunks, but she was a pale imitation of the bellowing powerhouse that’d started the fight some fifteen minutes prior. Pleased by Matsumoto’s oily haplessness, Lemarchand grabbed her by wrist and ankle and dragged her to the middle of the Pit floor, or rather she dragged her there, then spun her around in a greasy, slippery circle, Emily’s Lady in Waiting eager to show the fans that she’d been champing at the bit to defend those signature trunks on a weekly basis.
Stopping only when Matsumoto groaned aloud, Lenore circled around to the bigger woman’s head and dropped to her knees. From there she took possession of Sayuki’s ponytails and, after a bit of preening, wrapped them around the back of the Invader’s head only to cross them snug across her foe’s eyes! With Say-Say effectively blinded by her own locks, Lenore slid forward and squatted down, those haughty, gleaming glutes atop the former Eurasian Champion’s face. Pinching Matsumoto’s nose with a single lingering, hands-free squeeze, Lemarchand raised the Raven sigil high overhead, then broke it apart and sent those hands south, the Fair & Radiant Maiden letting the cheers dictate where her claws would ultimately land.
Driving her digits into Sayuki's vaunted Suns, Lenore caused a pair of eclipses, palms pressing down on the mounds of flesh, compressing the breasts as much as she's able before curling her hooks in and 'chewing' the wilting Matsuomoto's most fearsome weapons. Turning the armaments into points of attack, Lenore scored and squeezed the undefended orbs without mercy, Sayuki starting to sob under the unrelenting attack. Seeing the Japanese grappler's nipples stand at attention under the abuse, Lenore uses each thumb and forefinger to pinch into the protuberance then TUG IT UPWARD, drawing yelps of protest, Sayuki weakly pushing at Lenore's wrists, trying to relieve herself but unable. She fought to use the slippery Pit floor to twist away from the grips but only serves to make the pinching torture all the more effective.
"STAHHHHP" Sayuki howled, showing her many years in Orlando had given her enough of a vocabulary to plead for the anguish to end. But when Lenore asked her for the magic words of surrender, Sayuki still tried to swallow them.
Lemarchand shook her head ‘no’, though she did halt the tit-tweasing for a moment. Alas this was no kindness, she simply hooked her fingertips under Sayuki’s cups and pulled up, the silky red lyrca peeling away from those now defenseless juggs with a defeated little sigh.
Short of breath from her time in the gluteal gulag, Matsumoto retains enough awareness to know what the breeze on her girls means. Hands flying to her chest, she squealed, “NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOHHHHHHH OOOOOOOWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
In no mood to deal with even the most paltry of defenses, Lenore bypassed the other brunette’s hands in favor of going full VanBuren on her prey, actually it was a little even beyond Baby’s cruel caprices as Lemarchand used both hands to attack Sayuki’s undercarriage. Matsumoto wailed in anguish, her heels beating against the mat for no more than four seconds before she’s slapping frantically at the gleaming floor. The Raven released with a flourish as soon as the bell sounded, though her opponent’s ordeal wasn’t quite over, as the Invader vaguely noted when the Baroness’ fingers hooked into her waistband and peeeeeeeeeled those red briefs all the way down her ankles.
Standing a moment thereafter, Lenore planted a foot on Matsumoto’s heaving chest, and hoisted the shorn briefs two-handed, the brunette turning them this way and that so everyone could see the rising sun on the seat. “I’m back, ladies.” Lenore said quietly. “Hope you’re ready.”
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Tonight’s oily excursion was designed as a number one contender’s bout of sorts, with the winner getting a shot at the Baroness herself at next week’s house show extravaganza in Tallahassee. In one corner was Nyssa Bloodwind, the only other woman in FAWN with the ability to claim an undefeated record in the Oil. Her opponent was none other than Gabby Mendoza, an oily standout who’s only loss in the Pit came at the talons of the Raven herself.
NYSSA BLOODWIND:
GABBY MENDOZA:
Ten minutes in and it looked like the Babyfaced Killer’s L was on the verge of multiplying, as the hard-charging Nyssa bulled, barreled and badgered her opposition all over the Pit. Bloodwind had already ground the bubble-blower down in systematic fashion, riding the Texan hard, crushing her torso with a variety of Scissors and barring both arms and legs in a show that seemed aimed directly at her next opponent, the Arizonan perhaps wishing to show the Raven how she could dispatch Gabby more efficiently than had Lemarchand.
The Native beauty had Gabby kneeling on her haunches, Bloodwind standing above, backside heavy on Mendoza’s shoulders, Nyssa’s tawny stems locked in a Standing Headscissors of Mendoza’s noggin. The ebony-maned warrior flexed her thighs into the temples of the Texan, Gabby’s face turning rosier by the second, her pink wad of gum, burbling over her bottom lip as the pressure mounts, dribbling down her body and into the oil, a precursor to where she would soon end, once again a bridesmaid to the two members of FAWN’s oil royalty.
“I promise,” Nyssa grunted between flexes. “I will bring the Raven down. She’ll pay for what she did to you and so many others.”
The attempt at kind words didn’t exactly match the Navajo’s actions. Though Nyssa was clearly within the rules of the Pit, few that they may be, she’s unrelenting on Gabby, Mendoza’s dark eyes starting to glaze as her brain was caught in the vise of Nyssa’s thighs.
Gabby huffed and puffed, then slapped and clawed at Nyssa’s grinding gams, but nothing did a lick of good. In fact the middling resistance only angered the Beautiful Bloodhawk, who grabbed Mendoza’s wrists and wrenched them away from her torso to create a rough ‘T’ shape. Growing more and more frustrated at the Arizonan’s domination, Mendoza shifted in place as best she could and got Bloodwind booty thumped against her shoulders for the trouble.
“Give it up, Gabby.” Nyssa said from her high perch. “I’ve got you and we both know--”
“Kiss my ass!” the Terrible Texan barked as defiantly as circumstances allowed. “You think you’re some sort of badass because you’ve got this little streak going all of the sudden? Lemme tell you something bytch-face, you’re not tuff enough to beat Lemarchand! Step to her with this little ‘tude of yours and she’ll whoop your OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Nyssa tossed the other brunette’s wrists aside, snatched a double handful of hair and pulled like she meant to liberate a couple patches of Mendoza’s scalp. “You sure about that, sweetie pie?” the Nubile Navajo teased. “Seems like I’m plenty tuff enough to kick your overrated ass. And speaking of chicks who kicked your ass, doesn’t the Raven own a pair of your spangly little bottoms?”
“F*CK YOU!” Gabby wailed. “SHE GOT LUCKY, JUST LIKE YOU’RE GETTING LUCKY! I’M THE BADDEST BYTCH IN THE OIL PIT AND EVERYONE WHOOOAAAHH!”
Nyssa leaned forward and stretched out on her tummy in a sort of push-up position that was admittedly rather unorthodox because Gabby’s noggin was still caught between her thighs. “You’ve got a really big mouth, Gabby.” Bloodwind muttered as she continued to bear down on her prey’s skull. “And you know what happens to big mouths in the Oil Pit? They’ve gotta kiss the floor!”
Mendoza cursed in protest which only made Nyssa smile wider as she raised her hips and thrust ‘em down, all the better to BWONK the Babyfaced Killer’s forehead into the mat not just once, but over and over and over again.
When Nyssa barrel rolled to her back, she flipped the pacified Mendoza over with her, Gabby's head in her lap and still being crushed like a walnut to the nutcracker that was Nyssa's silky, glistening stems. Though not as stiff as canvas-covered plywood, the basketball-bouncing of G-Money's head on the Pit floor left the Babyfaced Killer less talkative if not completely incoherent. Gabby had enough sense to try and pry her braincase free but not enough to know it's futile.
Bloodwind clenched her perfect pearlies as she bore down again. "I appreciate stubborn. I do," the Navajo warrior assures between clenches. "But it's my FAWN life's work to take this Pit from Lenore. Hold this place as a harbor for the FAWNatics. I will beat Lenore or be left spent trying. This I swear to every last fan." Bloodwind, feeling Gabby's musculature loosen, gave up her Scissors and rotated around the lethargic frame of the Latina, moving to a forward-facing straddle of her foe's waist. She leveled a backhand chop Gabby's chest, ready to turn Mendoza's collar as red as her cheeks.
The CRAAACK of that first Bloodwind Chop earned the requisite ‘WOO!’ from those assembled, it also got a guttural moan from Mendoza who tried to cover up as best she could. Alas, Nyssa was having none of it, she simply brushed those paltry defenses aside and CRAAACKED the other brunette’s modest décolletage with another thunderous lick. “Give it up.” Bloodwind huffed while Mendoza cringed and tried to cover up. “My arm’s not going to get tired and these people sure as hell aren’t going to get bored listening to--”
Mendoza sat up fast, her fingers hooked into claws that sank deep into the Beautiful Bloodhawk’s bounty. “I’M THE ONLY ONE GETTING BORED, BYTCH NNNGGGHH!”
Gabby’s insurrection ended as quickly as it began when Nyssa palmed the other brunette’s head in both hands and THUNKED a short Headbutt into the bridge of her nose. Crumpling back to the floor with her face in her hands, the G-Thanger’s situation soon grew all the more dire because Bloodwind collected her wrists and pinned them high overhead. “I’d hate for you to be bored when I’m having so much fun.” Nyssa’s tone was poisoned honey as she slid Mendoza’s hands together and clamped ‘em in place with a single hand. “How about I slap your nasty little ass raw, hmmmmh? Will that keep your attention?” She didn’t wait for the Texan to ask, she just brought her free hand arcing down onto Gabby’s tits in a series of overhand Slaps that just CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACKED through the cavernous confines of the FAWN Arena.
Mendoza wriggled from side to side, trying to reach a shoulder and hip in either direction, anything to stop the blistering attack of the Native beauty. But after a dozen CRACKS from the buzzsaw Bloodwind had become, Mendoza's dark eyes were pooled to the brim, her top in tatters, though still covering her bosom, if barely. "You're going to..." Gabby sobbed.
"I'm going to end Lenore's reign," a snarly Nyssa interrupted. "I might even convince her to leave Orlando." Bloodwind used the oil to spin her straddle in a 180 to a reverse sit, then backed her pert ass to Gabby's gurls. She lifted off the reddened pair and THUMPED her derriere down into Mendoza, driving the air from the deflated Texan. "Give up, Gabby," she advised, rising again and plunging her backside into Mendoza's breasts. "You're just in the wrong place." Nyssa thumped her foe again with a Keester bounce on Gabby's cleavage. "I want Lenore. Save yourself." Bloodwind, hearing no surrender, backed her ass up, her Native wonders sliding down and collecting under Gabby's chin. "Last chance."
Teeth grinding as she tried to regain a modicum of composure, Mendoza reached up with both hands and raaaaaaaaked her nails down Nyssa’s tawny backside. “Talk, talk, talk, that’s all you’ve got, Bytch Face. You can’t beat Lenore and you sure as f*ck can’t beat--”
CRAAAACK! Bloodwind did the impossible, she raised a sympathetic groan for Gabby Mendoza. She did it with another Overhand Slap, not to the Texan’s belly or her devastated chest, no, she delivered that wicked shot directly between her opponent’s thighs! “EVIL SLUT!” Gabby wailed. “YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THMMPPPHHH!”
Nyssa slid back and settled down, those oil-sheathed glutes creating a perfect seal around the other brunette’s upturned nose. Allowing herself a small smile as Mendoza’s shrieks burbled against her buckskin, Nyssa braced her hands against Gabby’s gulping tummy and shifted legs so that the soles of her feet were pressed against the sides of her opponent’s skull. “Know what I really regret?” Bloodwind twined her toes in Gabby’s oily hair and tugged just because she could. “Not slapping you out fifteen minutes ago.”
Looking to correct this oversight, she flattened one hand into a paddle and began to SMACK and SLAP at Mendoza’s defenseless belly while the crowd started chanting ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
But no tap was forthcoming from Mendoza, her arms flailing weakly now, with little direction. Bloodwind, apparently wanting to make yet another statement to the Baroness, rose off her greasy throne to lean forward and bring the vile Babyfaced Killer's crotch in range once more. "It's not like you don't deserve it," Nyssa grunted, lifting a tomahawk of a hand above Mendoza's crotch, perhaps trying to convince herself with those words the mental edge against Lenore she might collect from the blow would justify the nastiness involved. The FAWNatics cheering the Navajo warrior on didn’t bode well for Gabby either.
What did?
Mendoza's fierce spirit. With Nyssa raised off her face to deliver the coupe de grace, not only did the Terrible Texan draw in some invaluable breaths, but she regained enough awareness to fashion her right hand into a claw and insert it deep between Bloodwind's raised thighs. Sinking her nails into the faux buckskin of Nyssa's trunks, Gabby crushed the flower beneath with as much strength as she could generate. Though far from full power, the location and technique froze the presumed winner in her tracks, Nyssa mewling, dark eyes starting to well as she's attached from below. Reflexively, Bloodwind rose to a full kneel to pull her womanhood away from the agonizing grip but the extra space only allowed Gabby more room to maneuver and she jabbed her digits in deeper, squeezing with the fury only wronged Latinas could muster.
“Desperate bytch.” Nyssa growled as she fought to remain steady against the nauseating waves rolling out from her center. “You’re even nastier than the gum you--”
Gabby put her other hand against Bloodwind’s haunches and pushed forward so that the Arizonan slumped to all fours. It was still an incredibly vulnerable position for Mendoza in spite of the claw, so she gathered her reserves and kicked both legs up around the other brunette’s torso. Thighs snugged against Nyssa’s biceps, Gabby crossed her ankles, squeezed tight and thrust forward in a concentrated effort to drive Bloodwind’s face into the floor of the Pit.
“Lick it, Bytch Face.” she growled. “This Pit belongs to me. So do you. So does Lenore. You’re both just too stupid to realize it EEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Nyssa stretched her arms wide and SLAPPED the Texan’s hips in a gorgeous stereo Chop that got even nastier when she dug her nails deep into Mendoza’s gulping tummy. “Screw you, Mendoza.” the Beautiful Bloodhawk sneered. “You’re nothing but a second banana trying to play badass. Everyone knows you’d be jerking curtains if you hadn’t been leaching off of Rose and now GinnifOOOOOWWWWWWWW F*CK NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Mendoza dug her thumb into the other brunette’s crotch and sat up as fast as she could, all the better to THHWUMP Nyssa down flat on her face and chest. Legs still locked she extricated the claw after another vile squeeze, then curled her hands into hooks and unleashed every bit of anger and frustration on the Nubile Navajo’s defenseless glutes.
Slipping both sets of digits under the waistband of Bloodwind, Gabby THRUST her foe's trunks upward in a vengeful wedgie. The faux deerskin slipped between the Native American's cheeks, Mendoza creating a thong out of the material. Nyssa's body tensed as the oily cloth bit into her undercarriage. Taking advantage of the damage she's already done with her claw, the spiteful Latina sawed Nyssa's sex, grinding the 'skin' by tugging, providing slack, then tugging again. Trying to escape the unusual attack, a whimpering Bloodwind struggled to her feet, but Gabby followed her up, refusing to give up her makeshift weapon.
"On your toes, bytch face," she shouted, yanking upward again, forcing Nyssa to abide by her demands. One final violent pull had the Nubile Navajo yelping and hopping. Mendoza finally released and walked around the again frozen Bloodwind. Nyssa watched warily, hands buried between her glistening thighs, tenderly trying to remove the wedged buckskin, when Gabby pulled Bloodwind's face down and forward, burying Nyssa's nose in her modest bosom. She gave Bloodwind a scrub across her rack, more to make Nyssa aware of the fateful mistake she'd made than to smother. And with Nyssa's lips still tasting oily cleavage, Gabby punted the privates of the blinded Bloodwind, drawing a sympathetic groan from the crowd, the presumed foe for the Raven spilling to her haunches in front of Mendoza.
“That’s a good look on you.” the Babyfaced Killer chided once she’d tucked some hair behind her ears. “But I know one that’s even better.”
“Dirty bytch.” Nyssa groaned. “I’m gonna make you NNNGGHHH!”
Mendoza flicked a foot between her opponent’s splayed stems, Gabs making sure to gouge at the Arizonan’s undercarriage with her curled toes. Bloodwind cried out and doubled forward, both hands instinctively prizing at her rival’s wriggling ankle. Mendoza let her, or rather, she tolerated it while she snatched a double handful of the other brunette’s hair and dragged / skidded her along the floor of the Pit until she came to a smudgy stop against the wall. Palming Bloodwind’s noggin in both hands, Gabby pulled her forward, then drove her backward, just BWUNKING the Bloodhawk’s noggin like a basketball. Of course this didn’t nearly make up for all the punishment she’d absorbed earlier in the bout, so Mendoza bounced Nyssa’s head half a dozen more times before she spun around so that her backside was level with the penitent lovely’s face.
“You’ve talked trash about my gum for the last time, bytch face.” Mendoza leaned down, laid claim to Bloodwind’s wrists and pulled her arms up. “Now you’re finally gonna get a taste!” She jerked forward on Nyssa’s hands and thrust her hips back, Gabs sending the medicine ball of her backside into Bloodwind’s mug hard enough to bounce her skull against the wall yet again. What followed was a combination bludgeoning and Stink Face, Gabby just swishing those silver-sheathed cheeks to & fro against Nyssa’s protesting features while simultaneously bashing her melon against the slippery wall.
Bloodwind fought it every step of the way, but eventually oxygen deprivation slowed her movements and she couldn’t do much more than crumple to all fours after Mendoza let her wrists fall away. “Oh look, you really are a stepping stone, aren’t you?” Gabby teased. With that, she planted a foot on Nyssa’s back and boosted herself high enough to grab the top edge of the Pit Wall. Just like that she pulled up and twisted around, Mendoza earning startled buzz from the crowd when she took a seat on the narrow blue ledge.
With Bloodwind released from Mendoza's machinations, the tawny-skinned warrior tried to rise to vertical but the throbbing from her battered kitty undid Nyssa and she tumbled to the Pit floor in pain. Back on the slippery surface, the Nubile Navajo pulled her trunks out tenderly, yipping through the painful process.
Above her, Gabby's decided sitting on the edge wasn’t enough for what this bytch deserved after the humiliation she'd been put through. Instead, Mendoza stood on the edge of the Pit, looking down at the splayed Bloodwind hungrily. The question would be whether the bubble-blower would have the nerve. It quickly became a settled argument as the glistening Latina dove from on high in a somersaulting Shooting Star Press, changing the Pit game forever and absolutely CRUSHING Nyssa's open midriff with the ultimate leap of both faith and destruction. Bloodwind jackknifed under Gabs, dark eyes bulging before settling limply beneath the domineering Babyfaced Killer. It's likely Mendoza could have scored a ten-count if she chose so bereft was Bloodwind. Alas, there were no counts in the Pit and the snarling Gabby now had a statement of her own to make.
Pushing to her knees, Mendoza took a moment to flick distended trunks into place against her gleaming glutes before swinging one toned leg over the smoldering wreckage of Nyssa Bloodwind. Already smiling, Gabby nuzzled the other brunette’s chin against the fork of her crotch and put her hands on her thighs. “Who runs this Oil Pit, bytch face?”
Nyssa planted her feet and tried to bridge up, alas her demolished core resulted in little more than a bit of crippled twerking. “Nuuuuhhhh… not you MendozUUUNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Gabby pushed up on her knees, then dropped straight down, the Terrible Texan just THUMPING her tush atop Bloodwind’s breasts. “I asked you a question, BYTCH FACE.” she snapped her gum between the last two words for emphasis. “Who runs this Oil Pit?”
Nyssa raised her hands, cupped Mendoza’s hips and “UNNNNNGGGGHHH! UUUNNNNNGGHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Gabby unleashed a veritable fusillade of Butt Bombs, the Babyfaced Killer smashing her oily cheeks into Nyssa’s throat and chest at least a dozen times with no signs of stopping. Hands raised overhead, Mendoza snapped her fingers and fluffed her hair in time to a two part beat that went THUMP “QUIT!” THUMP “QUIT!” THUMP “QUIT!” After several more seconds she shifted to another verse. “QUIT, BYTCH-FACE, QUIT!” with each word punctuated with another devastating Butt Bomb.
Gabby continued to incessantly ride Nyssa, bouncing on her bosom like she's on a B-cup trampoline, never letting Bloodwind catch a full breath while bruising her breastbone and the flesh above it. Nyssa tried to thrust her pelvis to buck the Latina off but the demolition of her abs from the most remarkable Splash in FAWN history had left that an impossibility. After a dozen more THUMPS, the pain and frustration was overwhelming, Nyssa sobbing. Gabby delighted in the emotional and physical breakdown of the woman who was supposed to make her a punched ticket. "What happened, bytch face? You were going to do what to Lenore?" Gabs continued to bounce, chomping on her gum and gyrating her slender frame seductively between breathtaking impacts. "You ain't doin' shyt with your mamasita here." Gabby rocked Bloodwind's head from side to side with a couple wicked slaps to the cheeks then returned to the drumbeat of rack-flattening butt bombs until Nyssa's sobs turned to wailing pleas.
"I QUIIIITTT. YOU WIN. PLEASE STAHHHP! PLEEEEEEASE!"
Gabby smirked, slid forward and planted her victorious tush on Nyssa’s bawling mouth to better stifle those obnoxious groans while she was announced the winner. Treating the jeering FAWNatics to a theatrical yawn, Mendoza swatted her buns with both hands, then got up and walked a smutty little circuit around the crumpled Arizonan. “Yeah, not so big now, are ya? ARE YA?”
Nyssa didn’t answer to the Texan’s satisfaction, so Gabby bent over, hooked her fingers into that distended waistband and sloooooooowly peeled off the brunette’s buck-skin. There was the usual round of whistles and catcalls when Mendoza hoisted those purloined briefs overhead, but those were soon overwhelmed with shocked dismay when Gabby dropped to her knees beside Nyssa and stuffed the sopping fabric into the defeated lass’ mouth!
Bloodwind sputtered and twisted at once, unfortunately, Mendoza pressed a palm over the hapless brunette’s mouth and pinched her nostrils between thumb and forefinger. “Chew your gum, Nyssa! Yeah, that’s right, chew on it, bytch face!” Slithering her other arm around the Arizonan’s waist, Gabby pulled Nyssa halfway into her lap, then cupped a hand beneath her prey’s chin to better show off those gleaming eyes and distended cheeks. “Go on, Nyssa.” Mendoza planted a taunting kiss on Bloodwind’s forehead. “Tell the Raven what it’s like to lose to the next Oil Baroness. Actually, don’t. I’d rather show her.”
Gabby raised an elbow and planted it between Nyssa's eyes, providing an instant sedative, Bloodwind dropping to a spreadeagle with an oily squersh, bottoms still stuffed between her lips. Realizing Lenore had taken every stitch from Sayuki, Mendoza did the same with the Bloodwind, snatching her foe's top and leaving the demolished Nyssa's bare frame glistening under the lights. Gabby leaned against a wall in utter satisfaction, calling for the ladder that would be her exit and the entrance for the medical team sent to revive what little was left of a FAWN icon and stretcher Nyssa off to what and where, who knew?
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A big fight feel here tonight with FAWN on the road in Tallahassee. The Main Event featured the most anticipated rematch in the Oil Pit’s short, tempestuous history as the Babyfaced Killer Gabby Mendoza tried to avenge her single galling loss to the Raven and current ‘Oil Baroness’, Lenore Lemarchand. The brunette half of G-Thang certainly came in with a lot of momentum, as just the week prior she’d crushed the oily undefeated streak of one Nyssa Bloodwind and sent the Nubile Navajo into self-imposed social media exile. Of course Emily’s Lady in Waiting wasn’t resting on her laurels either, as she’d damned near steamrolled Sayuki Matsumoto in her return to the Pit after suffering an eye injury at the talons of then World Champion Adelaide Brewster late last year.
GABBY MENDOZA:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
So if you’re only as good as your last match then both of these ladies were at the top of their game headed into this colossal clash and it showed from the opening bell when they came together like they were magnetized. To call the action frenetic would be an understatement, the action was in fact ceaseless as the Courtier and the former Lightweight Champion skidded, tumbled, twisted and slid over every inch of the bright blue floor in an effort to demolish the hated other. Five minutes passed with no drop in the action. Then ten. Then fifteen, still no slow down. Even closing in on twenty minutes and they showed no signs of stopping, though at least the brunettes had managed to stay rooted to one spot for almost thirty seconds. Set firm on splayed knees, Mendoza and Lemarchand waged war tummy on tummy with their conflict spilling over into a nearly fluid cycle of hand-fighting, hair-pulling, chest clawing, face slapping, back-raking and trunk tugging.
With neither woman holding a hint of concern they might lose, the Baroness and Babyfaced Killer threw their mass against the other. Finally. Slowly. Lenore forced Mendoza to set on her haunches from a raised kneel and as soon as the lovely Latina's center of gravity was moving in reverse, the harder it was to stop. The Raven compelled the gritting Gabby to fold backward, thighs on calves, shoulders soon planted to plastic.
Diving atop the usurper, Lenore made certain Gabby stays bent in two, G-Money wriggling and cursing but unable to shift the Raven's weight, Lemarchand starting to slide down Gabby's greased frame. The unbeatable bendyback's spandex-encased bosom scooted over Mendoza's and halted just under the twisting chin of the trapped Texan.
"That nitwit Nyssa didn't know what to do with a lead," Lemarchand grunted. Lenore placed a smooch on the tip of Gabby's beak. "We both know I do. There won't be any comebacks, tonight." The Courtier slipped forward further, placing her modest but breath-stealing rack over Mendoza's lips and nose, sending Gabby into twisting flails, the Raven expertly bracketing the Latina's head with her arms to keep the Babyfaced Killer suckling her cleavage rather than sucking air.
Lemarchand wasn’t built to win matches with the Front Sleeper, such a tactic was more the purview of her friend and mentor, but oxygen deprivation was oxygen deprivation and Lenore used her lissome frame as expertly as she used the rest of the Pit. With Gabby folded beneath her like a bit of awkwardly stacked luggage, the Courtier planted her knees and jostled in place, using the belly to belly bludgeoning to force even more breath from the Terrible Texan’s lungs. It was working too, she could feel the whistle and suck of Mendoza’s breathing growing more and more urgent as she smothered between the Baroness’--
“Dammit.” Lemarchand cursed when Gabby wrested one hand free and immediately snatched a huge handful of hair. “No you don’t, bytch.” Lenore endured the pain in her scalp and neck to keep her modest curves sealed tight against the other brunette’s face. “You don’t breathe until I UUUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Mendoza popped her hips so hard she almost strained her back, but in doing so she managed to get her legs out from under. Just like that she ‘smecked’ ‘em around the Raven’s waist and squeezed until Lemarchand was forced to rear back so she could PWAK angry fists into the Latina’s tummy. “Fuuuhhh…. f*ckin’ bytch face!” Gabby groaned in between ragged gasps. “You’re gonna wish you’d never UNNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore slapped her mouth, slapped it again because Gabby just had one of those faces. “Never what? Let you out from under my ass? You’re right, I already wish AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Mendoza clamped down on one nipple and gave it a vile twist in conjunction with another lingering pulse from her thighs. “Eat it, bytch face.” Gabby hissed. “Eat it, eat it, eat it!”
With each demand, Mendoza pumped a Forearm Shiver into Lenore's chin and the Courtier did indeed partake of her forced meal, Gabby rocking and rattling the braincase of her foe. When Lenore showed even a hint of confusion and a glaze in her eyes, the bubble-blower moved her arms to quickly secure a Guillotine Choke in addition to her thigh-flexing Scissors. Though the Raven remained on top , she's in the far inferior position. She tried to lift and separate her frame from the Latina's but the would-be Baroness from the Border wasn’t having it.
"Bloodwind wasn't any spoiled gringo and I banished her. Sent her sobbing into oblivion. Imagine what I'll do to you."
Lenore didn’t have to imaging too hard as the greasy gum-chewer was strapped on like a pit bull, trying to cut off Lemarchand's air supply in a completely different manner than the Raven had moments earlier. But just as it seemed the stately Lenore might be Baroness never more, she scooped both arms under the oily thighs of her foe. Showing an ability to keep her feet beneath her no one else could match in the Pit, the Raven rose to one knee, got both soles beneath, then leg pressed to vertical, a wide-eyed Mendoza shaking her head, ebony locks flying. Lemarchand releases an arm to PWAK a dozen short but powerful crosses into Gabby's ribs to loosen both her Scissors and her Guillotine, then with a great grunt of effort, flipped Mendoza up and over with a Suplex that sends her SQUERSHING into the Pit floor with a thump, Gabby reaching for the base of her spine after the impact.
Mendoza moved to a seated position and Lenore snuck right in behind, spooning her rival, ratcheting on a Sleeper grip around the Texan's cranium. Lemarchand 'lovingly' swept a few ebon tresses off Gabby's soft features. "Let's show the world what a two-time loser looks like," Lenore purred in Mendoza's ear.
“Nuuuhhh… never gonna beat me agUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Gabby wheezed in agony as Lenore wrenched the Sleeper from side to side for several hard seconds. Prizing and scraping at the taller woman’s forearm with one hand, Mendoza reached back with the other and managed to palm the Courtier’s noggin after a few awkward slaps. Galled by the mere idea of passing out in Lemarchand’s grip, Gabby leaaaaaaaaned back into her tormentor, using the Raven as a post to help her move from her butt to one knee, then from her knee back to full vertica--“OOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Lenore pulled her hand away from the base of Mendoza’s skull, flattened it into a paddle and CRAAACKED her tummy just as the Texan was almost upright! The blow was more startling than painful, but that’s all it needed to be for the Fair and Radiant Maiden to sling her back to the floor with the Sleeper still intact. “Where do you think you’re going?” Lenore ground the point of her chin into the top of Mendoza’s head. “We’re not finished down here yet.”
Bulling into Gabby from behind, Lemarchand stretched her out flat, then slithered into place atop her and ‘smeck-smeck-SMECKED’ her hips against the Latina’s upturned booty to the delight of the crowd! Once that was done she broke the Sleeper, sat up and laid claim to the smaller woman’s biceps.
“Don’t even think about it, beeyotch!” Mendoza growled as Lemarchand draped her arms over the sleek, ivory planes of her thighs. “Already thinking about it!” Lenore cupped her prey’s chin in both hands. “What’re you gonna do about OOOOWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Gabby sank her teeth into the Courtier’s palms, forcing Lemarchand to push out of her perch on instinct. Mendoza slid backward at once, reared back on her haunches and shoved Lenore’s legs out from under her to drop the Baroness on her butt with an audible PLOP! The Babyfaced Killer glued herself to Lemarchand’s back in an instant, Gabby going back to those modest curves with an under-the-arm, wrist-crossed grip on Lenore’s bounty. In the same breath she slid her legs over the Raven’s but hooked her ankles under the other brunette’s. A simultaneous squeeze / stretch was enough to put Lemarchand in a bad spot, especially when the silver-clad challenger laid out on her back, thus pulling the larger battler into her slippery lap.
"Back where you belong, bytch face," Gabby taunted, while hooking her tines into the thinly-sheathed chest of the Baroness. "Squeal for me," Mendoza demanded, but Lenore bit her lower lip instead, keeping the pain inside. Mendoza thrust her pelvis up, forward and down, dropping the Courtier's keester into the Pit floor. The extra padding dulled the blow to the Raven's tailbone, but it still drew a flinch from Lemarchand. Gabby pulled her back for a second similar ride and a third, the pain increasing with each, the claws sunk into her chest not helping. Mendoza released one of the Raven's gurls and dipped an index finger between her lips to produce the pink wad she‘d been chewing since she came through the curtain. She slipped the be-globbed digit into Lemarchand's ear, much to the disgust of the crowd.
"Wet willy!" Gabby chuckled. "See? You're a joke," the Babyfaced Killer insisted. "You're not the Big Bad everyone makes you." Gabby barrel rolled to her right, bringing Lemarchand with her and ending atop her foe's back, riding the Raven. With both hands sinking into Lenore's locks, she pulled the Courtier's head back and THUMPED it into the Pit floor then swiped it across the greasy plastic. "You're whatever I make you, bytch face."
Setting her feet after a bit more burbling passes across the Pit Floor, Gabby grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched the other brunette’s head back at a sharp angle. “Oh, you got something here, lemme get it.” Mendoza plucked the gum from Lenore’s ear, made to pop it into her mouth, then shook her finger ‘no, no, no!’ “Hmmmmmhhhh, just WHERE should I put this? In your whimpering little mouth?” Gabby scrubbed the neon wad against Lenore’s pursed lips. “Up your pointy little nose?” She tapped it against the tip of Lemarchand’s nose, making the Courtier squirm. “I KNOW! How about this fugly, weepy eyAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Lenore wrested her chin free of the G-Thang’ers grip and sank her teeth into the palm of her hand. Squealing in surprise, Mendoza dropped the gum and scrambled to her feet to get away from-- the Raven snatched hold of the Texan’s right ankle and jerked back just as Gabby started forward, meaning the smaller battler dropped into an awkward, agonizing split!
“Wanna know what I am, little girl?” Lenore huffed to the gingerly squirming brunette. “I’m the woman who used you like a bicycle seat in the middle of this Pit anytime I wanted to.” She bent down, plucked the gum off the floor and considered it. “ I’m also the woman who showed the world where your gum belongs.” Pulling Gabby’s silver bottoms backward with one hooked finger, Lenore showed the gum to the crowd, then dropped it in her foe’s ‘coin slot’. Mendoza grimaced in horror, but she soon forgot this slight in favor of fresher agonies because Lemarchand bundled both arms over her head so she could tweaaaaak, twisssst and puuuuuull the Texan’s nubs one right after the other.
Unaccustomed to such treatment, Mendoza yelped in pain, grasping at Lenore's wrists, trying to work Lemarchand's pincers away without causing a hell of a lot more pain in the process. It proves an impossible task and the Baroness kept working her like a Guernsey at milking time. Things went from bad to worse for the lovely Latina when the Raven descends in a split-legged leg drop across each thigh, DRIVING the already painful splits home even wider, Gabs' groin muscles stretching to the snapping point.
Now seated behind Gabby, the challenger's legs beneath hers, Lenore removed her pincers and locked a palm around her opposite wrist. Apparently wanting to see what Gabby had for a pre-match meal, she pounded several Heimlich maneuvers into the tawny tummy of the Texan. Only rushing exhales escape, Gabby's gum already placed elsewhere by the Courtier.
"Don't write such big checks, little girl. Not in my pit."
Mendoza groaned in gut-shot agony with each new ‘ooommph!’, the back of her head lolling sadly against Lenore’s left shoulder time and again. Watching the action from above, the ref put both hands on the edge and leaned over to ask, “What do you say, Gabby? Ready to call it?”
“Nuuuhhh…. NO!” the Babyfaced Killer almost sobbed. “SHE’S NOT THE BARONESSSAAAAAAWWWWWW!”
Lenore relinquished the stomach pump in favor of tawdry old-school FAWN Claw grip affixed directly to the center of the Texan’s silver trunks. “You’re right, Gabby.” the Raven muttered in her rival’s ear. “I’m not the Baroness. I’m the woman that scraped you across every inch of this floor for EEEEEERRRRHHHHH YOU VICIOUS BYTCH!”
Gabby, who’d cupped one hand to the back of Lemarchand’s head to better hold her in place while she raaaaaaked and gouged at the other brunette’s freshly cleared left eye just smiled and rasped, “Gonna stick gum in your eye, bytch face. See if I don’t!”
Finding a perfect key for the lock on her dire circumstances, Mendoza felt Lenore's arms unclasp, the Courtier's left hand shooting to her aching socket.
"You're gonna dieUHHH." Lenore's threat was cut short when the bubble-blower managed to drive an elbow behind her, hitting the sweet spot again. Though Lemarchand's hand offers some protection, it's not enough for her to consider anything but rolling away from her challenger and scrambling to her feet to make more room between them, Lenore's preternatural ability to keep from slipping off her feet allowing her to shamble to the Pit wall, rubbing furiously.
Mendoza was finally able to gingerly work out of her forced splits. She pulled her tawny stems together with a wince and rolled to her chest to watch the Baroness fuss with her injured eye, Lenore cursing under her breath. Gabby ignored the tightness below as she pushed to her feet. She limped her way to the Courtier and JAMMED a lowered shoulder into the ivory midriff of her foe. With the groaning Raven doubling over, Gabby leapt the best she's able and it's enough to lift a knee dead between the peepers of the Black Court's Lady-in-waiting. Lemarchand's head snapped back violently, the base of her skull then clunking against the thinly-padded Pit wall. The searing pain from her eye dulled by the 'thunking' head shots, Lenore's legs slid out in front of her, her back skidding down the wall until the Baroness was seated, lower limbs extended, arms leaden at her sides, left eye bloodshot between hard blinks.
Breathing hard after her narrow escape from the Courtier’s clutches, Mendoza leaned over Lemarchand not to attack, but to brace both hands against the slick blue wall of the Pit. “Luuuuhhhh…. looks like you’re seeing stars, bytch face.” she taunted after several seconds. “Or is your head so screwed up you’re seeing ravens? Ya know what, I don’t actually care. Because I’ve got something a whole lot better for you to look at.”
Mendoza helped herself to a double handful of hair and tugged Lemarchand’s noggin off the wall while simultaneously pivoting so that her right hip was almost level with the Baroness’ mug. Then she pulled on the former and swung the latter like a pendulum, all the better to THWHAP-THUNK Lenore’s head between her hip and the wall. Lemarchand groaned, raised pushing hands to Mendoza’s glutes, but the challenger just swung right through the resistance once, twice, thrice! Maintaining pressure after the fourth collision, the Terrible Texan worked her hips in a series of tight, quick figure eights. It wasn’t quite a Stinkface and it wasn’t quite a Rump Smother, but it was most definitely unpleasant, if the Raven’s grumblings and groanings were any indication.
“Eat it, bytch face.” Gabby huffed. “You just eat it ALL UPPEEERRRRHHHHH WHORE!”
Lenore’s right hand once again found Mendoza’s crotch, the embattled Baroness using her thumb to force the smaller wrestler up on agonized tiptoe. Finally twisting her features free of Gabby’s pulverizing hip, Lemarchand sucked wind as she continued to gnash and tear at her foe’s center. “Guuuuhhh… gonna pay for going at my eye, you cheap skank. Hope you like the taste of AAAAAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!”
One for the highlight reels and ‘most shocking’ lists for years to come when the tiptoed Texan jammed a desperate hand down the back of her town togs and pulled out the gum so rudely deposited earlier in the contest! Just like that she jabbed the glistening glob into Lenore’s bleary eye and gouged like she meant to keep it there for good!
The Raven squealed in agony as Mendoza's gum, chewed both by her teeth and her oily ass was made the world's least hygienic contact lens by the Babyfaced Killer. Lenore pulled her now very familiar thumb loose from the pie as every thought, fleeting and otherwise, went to her agonizing eye socket.
No longer Lenore's hand puppet, a wincing Gabby turned to better rub the soiled pink wad in deep. Shrieking in agony, Lemarchand desperately tried to remove the offending sugary wad. But with Mendoza maintaining all the leverage, the Raven was unable. The Baroness' legs flailed, skimming over the slippery plastic floor, arms pushing weakly at Gabby's wrist.
"Did you think could do what you did to me, gringa? And get away with that?" the Latina growled. "Hell no!" Gabby RAMMED a knee into Lenore's chin, snapping her noggin back, the wicked whiplash finally freeing the Raven's eye from the unique cruelty of the Babyfaced Killer. Grabbing the wrists of the dazed Raven, Gabby dragged the carcass of Lemarchand out several steps from the wall and dropped her in a starfish, spreading Lenore's long alabaster stems wide with disdainful kicks. Settling in a stance just south of Lenore's bare feet, Mendoza leapt into the air, extending her tawny stems in a single file and RAMMING them into the open target at the juncture of Lenore's thighs. The Raven shot to a seated position from the crushing of her kitty, both peepers welled now, mouth agape, hands buried in her crotch.
Gabby wriggled her toes in the tenderized womanhood. "Don't look like no Baroness now, bytch face."
Half blind and almost paralyzed with nausea following the crushing Low Blow, Lenore Lemarchand hunched forward and scraped at Gabby’s ankle with one hand while the other pulled and tore at her own hair to more evenly distribute the anguish. Mendoza saw this and just shook her head ‘no’.
“Don’t think so, beeyotch.” Helping herself to the taller wrestler’s ankles, she stretched Lemarchand’s legs as wide as she could manage and drew both heels back to “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!” Gabby sobbed in surprised anguish when the Raven jabbed both thumbs into the soles of her encroaching feet.
“Yeah, I’m a bytch.” Lemarchand’s whole frame shuddered with exertion as she tried to climb her way out through the Texan’s feet. “I’m the biggest bytch in this Pit and don’t you ever forgetAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHH!”
Gabby practically folded herself in half to jab at Lenore’s eye but the gambit paid dividends as the knuckles of her index and forefingers connected with the brunette’s wounded left socket!
Shrieking with relief as the fire in her feet faded away, Mendoza scrambled to her knees and barreled the Courtier onto her back with an oily ‘SPLAT!’ Scrambling into a Schoolgirl Pin as fast as her wounded legs could manage, Gabby snatched a double handful of hair, rose up on both knees and dropped every bit of her weight onto the Baroness’ chest! “QUIT!” she rose up for a second Butt Bomb. “QUIT!” A third. Lenore’s legs kicked with the impact. “QUIT!” A fourth. Lenore pushed at those tawny hips.
“QUIT, QUIT, BYTCHFACE QUIT!”
Gabby made a song out of it as she continued with the furious gluteal carpet bombing.
“QUIT, QUIT, BYTCHFACE QUIT! QUIT, QUIT, BYTCHFACE QUIT!”
With each landing of Gabby's pert cheeks on her bruised, battered bosom, more breath is expunged. Barely getting to gasp in a shortened breath before the next butt bombing, Lenore's dark eyes, one disturbingly reddened and watering, bulged wide. She tried to get her hands up to claw into Gabby's top but Mendoza easily plucked the wayward limbs, swinging them wide, safely away from any attack. The Babyfaced Killer gets right back to what's becoming her signature bounce. The baby oil spurted from beneath the Raven's back with each flattening of her torso.
Slowly, barely audible, Lenore squeaked out a weak 'stahhp' between huffs.
Knowing the ref couldn’t hear and quite enjoying her bumpy ride, Mendoza kept right on crushing the Baroness under her silvery togs. Catching sight of her lost wad, Gabby plucked it off the slippery surface and with one big butt drop, forces Lenore's lips wide and plops the stanky gum into the Raven's open maw!
Lemarchand gagged violently but another heavy landing forced her reflexes to swallow it down, the Courtier sobbing at the thought of the humiliating snack and her failing body.
"You're not listening," Gabby sing-songed. "I SAID QUIT BYTCHFACE QUIT." The Latina even got some in the crowd to join her until the message is resounding and a ravaged Baroness breathlessly cried loud enough for all to hear.
"I QUIT!"
"AND?" Gabby added.
"AND I'M A BYTCH FACE!"
Mendoza nodded knowingly. "Yes. Yes you are."
Pushing offa her wheezing perch once the bell sounded, Mendoza wasted no time snatching Lenore’s top from her chest. The ‘Baroness’ briefs on the other hand were handled with a great deal more ceremony, the Babyfaced Killer shoveling Lemarchand onto her belly so she could plant a foot on the small of her back and sloooooooooowly peel them down the Courtier’s exhausted legs.
For a moment it looked like she might resign them to the same fate as Nyssa’s buckskin, but instead she hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes and raised them triumphantly overhead. “THAT’S RIGHT, BYTCHES!” she told the jeering crowd. “I TOLD YOU I WAS THE BADDEST AND THESE RIGHT HERE?” Gabs twirled the shorn briefs on one finger. “THESE PROVE IT!”
That might’ve been the case, but the new Baroness wasn’t quite satisfied yet, so she braced her feet on either side of the Raven’s hips, helped herself to a double handful of hair and yanked Lenore to all fours. Settling her own tush atop the beaten brunette’s lower back, Mendoza took a moment to tuck the briefs into her own togs, then stretched the top taut and pulled it across and ultimately into her rival’s mouth! Lemarchand growled deep in the back of her throat, a sound that pleased Gabby so much she halved the grip so she could raise her other hand high and CRAAACK those ivory glutes once, twice, three times!
“Giddyup, bytch face.” she demanded. “The Baroness wants a ride.”
Lenore didn’t move.
Gabby snorted, her upper lip curling in a sneer.
“Trying to play tuff? Too late, bird brain. I said GIDDYUP!”
She cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKED Lemarchand’s rear as hard as she could, great gaudy slaps that left vicious red handprints on those formerly unmarred glutes.
Lenore still didn’t move.
Lips almost disappearing in a thin, pale line, Gabby cupped her right hand beneath the Raven’s chin and wrenched her head back at an awkward angle. In the same instant she crooked her left hand into a talon and pressed index, middle and ring fingers to the other brunette’s left eye.
“I’m going to say this once, bytch face.” her voice was quiet, but icy cold. “I want a victory lap, you’re going to give me one. Or I’ll put you on the shelf for the rest of the year. Understand me?”
Mendoza gouuuuuuuged at the Raven’s eye socket to make sure there was no room for misunderstanding.
Silence for a moment, then Lemarchand muttered something around the makeshift bridle.
“Excuse me?”
Gabby pulled it loose just to swat the brunette’s buns once again.
“You evil bytch.” Lenore whispered.
“Evil bytch BARONESS.” The Babyfaced Killer pulled Lemarchand’s hair back in a greasy ponytail. “Now march!”
Swallowing her pride was far more painful than that disgusting gum, but in the end Lenore gave Gabby what she wanted, in fact she managed three full circuits of her former kingdom before Mendoza got bored and butt bombed her flat against the floor. Standing tall as the unquestioned Queen of FAWN’s oily scene, Gabby Mendoza put a foot on Lenore’s back and offered up a double bicep flex for those assembled.
“The Baroness is dead, bytch faces. Long live the Baroness!”
Silence your phone, turn off the TV and prepare yourself for no less than 21 pages of the greatest action the stars of FAWN's oily scene have to offer! You'll be glad ya did!
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Two months away from the Oil Pit might not have seemed like a long time, but to Lenore Lemarchand it felt like a lifetime pressing in around her during her first trip into the Pit since Adelaide injured her eye back in December. Actually it wasn’t a lifetime, it was the arms of one Sayuki Matsumoto, the curvaceous powerhouse of the Asian Invasion that were digging deep into the Raven’s ivory, oil-slicked ribs. Very much aware that her own assets had practically disappeared against the overwhelming surge of her opponent’s grip, Lenore shook her head ‘no’ and waggled a finger just to emphasize the point.
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
This defiance didn’t please Matsumoto in the slightest, she gouged her knotted hands into the small of Lemarchand’s back and scrubbed her chest back n’ forth to make sure the Courtier felt every bit of the disparity. After several more seconds she barked a demand in Lenore’s face, punctuating it with another hard squeeze. Lenore’s Japanese was good enough to recognize the call for surrender, but she didn’t bother answering in the Invader’s native tongue. Instead she ‘paaaaked’ a few punches into Matsumoto’s ribs, then leaned into the Hug and stretched her arms wide, Emily’s Lady in Waiting clearly looking to ring Sayuki’s bell.
Having returned to the States without her mentor and manager, Sayuki bore down on her embrace in an odd silence, trying to squeeze every bit of breath from the Baroness. But when Lenore's hands clapped behind the head of the curvy Japanese grappler, it's evident Matsumoto could have used some shrieking instructions from the sidelines. The Bell Ringer from the Raven dazed the Invader, her arms loosening enough for Lenore to use the baby oil to ooze her way out from the constricting arms.
Matsumoto, determined to create another act for her FAWN career, shook her noggin, trying to rattle her senses back into place. She rose to her feet, but on the slippery surface of the Pit, Sayuki seemed a fish out of water, instantly losing her footing and dropping to her knees as Lemarchand reached vertical. The infamous Pit Mistress, despite the time away, looked in her favorite environs, latching onto one of Sayuki's long ebony ponytails. She lifted the Invader's chin and cracked a raised knee underneath, snapping Sayuki's head back and letting the greasy grappler in the iconic red bikini flop to her back, even more confused than before.
Breathing hard in the wake of the heavier wrestler’s crushing embrace, Lenore took a moment to circle around Sayuki, ostensibly to plan her next move, in reality she just wanted to steady her respiration. The circuit gave Matsumoto enough time to sit up, so the Raven grabbed a double fistful of those ponytails and used them to guide the Destroyer to all fours. Tugging down on Sayuki’s noggin, Lenore stepped in and slid her thighs shut around her opponent’s noggin. Just like that she squeeeeeeeeezed hard, every muscle in her thighs and calves shredding into oily relief.
“Give up!” Lemarchand CRAAACKED her opponent’s nearly bare back with a few hard slaps to make sure nothing was lost in translation. Matsumoto wailed something that sounded like a denial at best and an insult at worse, so Lenore hooked her fingers into claws and raaaaaaaaaaked Sayuki’s back with both hands. “What was that?”
Sayuki snarled and replied with claws of her own, well manicured nails digging into the backside of Lenore’s thighs. Eyes narrowed to dark slots, the Baroness dipped down into a handstand behind the penitent Matsumoto and continued to squeeze like a woman on a mission.
Pulled up to her haunches from all fours by Lenore's scissoring game of Twister, Matsumoto pried at the straining stems of the Raven, but the effort was useless. Lemarchand continued to use her legs like a vise, Sayuki's face growing rosy as the pressure increased. The Invader tried to get her feet beneath her, but Lenore pulled her Scissors in toward her, the Courtier folding her legs at the knees and forcing Matsumoto-san into a modified Dragon Sleeper arched position. Bent back, her spine curved uncomfortably, Sayuki's watering eyes pointed to the lights above the Pit. For the Asian, there's no base from which to rise and Lenore delighted in her dominance, showing FAWN and Sayuki for her that Pit Wrestling was like riding a bike, as would be riding Matsumoto. Tucking her legs in even farther, the Raven ended in a schoolgirl press of the folded Japanese powerhouse, Sayuki's thighs on calves, Lenore bracketing Matsumoto's head with her thighs and shins, making a mockery of what many thought would be a tough tussle of the long awaited return of the Baroness to her oil.
With Sayuki’s legs effectively removed from the equation, at least for the moment, Lenore flattened her hands into paddles and resumed her campaign of buggywhip slaps to the Invader’s gulping midsection. “C’mon Say-Say, I thought you wanted to fight!” She curled one hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED the Invader’s tummy before treating herself to a rough Belly Claw. “Where are those suns and moons of yours? I thought they were going to end my reign? Not feeling so confident anymore?”
Sayuki growled, popped her hips and kicked her legs up, threading them beneath Lemarchand’s biceps. It should’ve been enough to dislodge the Raven, but Lenore felt it coming and raised up just enough to really drive the air from Matsumoto’s lungs when she dropped her butt on the Destroyer’s chest! Showing the crowd a pleased smile as they enjoyed snug Matchbook, Lemarchand pulled one hand away to wave, then CRAAACKED it against her foe’s backside!
Lenore paddled her a few more times before relinquishing the pinning combination. This proved little solace for Matsumoto, as the black-clad brunette grabbed hold of her ankles and folded them up over Sayuki’s ears. As pins went it looked good without being too effective, as Sayuki could squirm a shoulder off the floor without too much effort. Of course Lenore wasn’t actually looking for a pin, instead she sidled into position on the Invader’s right, then hopped up and stretched out full length, the Raven looking to Splash down on those exposed haunches!
Becoming more gassed by the second, Lenore playing Matsumoto like an oily fiddle, Sayuki tried to wriggle her way out of the matchbook before the Raven's flight ends. But the oily Asian couldn’t manage by the time Lemarchand's frame CRASHED down atop the back Sayuki's stems. Matsumoto doubled nearly to the breaking point by the force of the Splash, the Invader groaning deeply, air expunged and hamstrings pulled to snapping from the forced extension of her legs. Lenore lifted off and splashes down a second and third time, each time Sayuki getting flatter than the last, almost getting smothered by her own crotch so bent was she. Lenore slid off her foe and admired her handiwork, Sayuki so folded she remained that way even without Lemarchand's mass on top of her. Playfully stifling a yawn, Lenore couldn’t help but walk her fingers atop the red bikini-covered and upturned undercarriage of the waffled Invader.
"I'm going to make a message out of you, Sayuki-san. They're going to make me Baroness for life."
Sayuki groaned, managed to swat Lenore’s hand away from her trunks, but she was a pale imitation of the bellowing powerhouse that’d started the fight some fifteen minutes prior. Pleased by Matsumoto’s oily haplessness, Lemarchand grabbed her by wrist and ankle and dragged her to the middle of the Pit floor, or rather she dragged her there, then spun her around in a greasy, slippery circle, Emily’s Lady in Waiting eager to show the fans that she’d been champing at the bit to defend those signature trunks on a weekly basis.
Stopping only when Matsumoto groaned aloud, Lenore circled around to the bigger woman’s head and dropped to her knees. From there she took possession of Sayuki’s ponytails and, after a bit of preening, wrapped them around the back of the Invader’s head only to cross them snug across her foe’s eyes! With Say-Say effectively blinded by her own locks, Lenore slid forward and squatted down, those haughty, gleaming glutes atop the former Eurasian Champion’s face. Pinching Matsumoto’s nose with a single lingering, hands-free squeeze, Lemarchand raised the Raven sigil high overhead, then broke it apart and sent those hands south, the Fair & Radiant Maiden letting the cheers dictate where her claws would ultimately land.
Driving her digits into Sayuki's vaunted Suns, Lenore caused a pair of eclipses, palms pressing down on the mounds of flesh, compressing the breasts as much as she's able before curling her hooks in and 'chewing' the wilting Matsuomoto's most fearsome weapons. Turning the armaments into points of attack, Lenore scored and squeezed the undefended orbs without mercy, Sayuki starting to sob under the unrelenting attack. Seeing the Japanese grappler's nipples stand at attention under the abuse, Lenore uses each thumb and forefinger to pinch into the protuberance then TUG IT UPWARD, drawing yelps of protest, Sayuki weakly pushing at Lenore's wrists, trying to relieve herself but unable. She fought to use the slippery Pit floor to twist away from the grips but only serves to make the pinching torture all the more effective.
"STAHHHHP" Sayuki howled, showing her many years in Orlando had given her enough of a vocabulary to plead for the anguish to end. But when Lenore asked her for the magic words of surrender, Sayuki still tried to swallow them.
Lemarchand shook her head ‘no’, though she did halt the tit-tweasing for a moment. Alas this was no kindness, she simply hooked her fingertips under Sayuki’s cups and pulled up, the silky red lyrca peeling away from those now defenseless juggs with a defeated little sigh.
Short of breath from her time in the gluteal gulag, Matsumoto retains enough awareness to know what the breeze on her girls means. Hands flying to her chest, she squealed, “NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOHHHHHHH OOOOOOOWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAHHHP!”
In no mood to deal with even the most paltry of defenses, Lenore bypassed the other brunette’s hands in favor of going full VanBuren on her prey, actually it was a little even beyond Baby’s cruel caprices as Lemarchand used both hands to attack Sayuki’s undercarriage. Matsumoto wailed in anguish, her heels beating against the mat for no more than four seconds before she’s slapping frantically at the gleaming floor. The Raven released with a flourish as soon as the bell sounded, though her opponent’s ordeal wasn’t quite over, as the Invader vaguely noted when the Baroness’ fingers hooked into her waistband and peeeeeeeeeled those red briefs all the way down her ankles.
Standing a moment thereafter, Lenore planted a foot on Matsumoto’s heaving chest, and hoisted the shorn briefs two-handed, the brunette turning them this way and that so everyone could see the rising sun on the seat. “I’m back, ladies.” Lenore said quietly. “Hope you’re ready.”
*******
Tonight’s oily excursion was designed as a number one contender’s bout of sorts, with the winner getting a shot at the Baroness herself at next week’s house show extravaganza in Tallahassee. In one corner was Nyssa Bloodwind, the only other woman in FAWN with the ability to claim an undefeated record in the Oil. Her opponent was none other than Gabby Mendoza, an oily standout who’s only loss in the Pit came at the talons of the Raven herself.
NYSSA BLOODWIND:
GABBY MENDOZA:
Ten minutes in and it looked like the Babyfaced Killer’s L was on the verge of multiplying, as the hard-charging Nyssa bulled, barreled and badgered her opposition all over the Pit. Bloodwind had already ground the bubble-blower down in systematic fashion, riding the Texan hard, crushing her torso with a variety of Scissors and barring both arms and legs in a show that seemed aimed directly at her next opponent, the Arizonan perhaps wishing to show the Raven how she could dispatch Gabby more efficiently than had Lemarchand.
The Native beauty had Gabby kneeling on her haunches, Bloodwind standing above, backside heavy on Mendoza’s shoulders, Nyssa’s tawny stems locked in a Standing Headscissors of Mendoza’s noggin. The ebony-maned warrior flexed her thighs into the temples of the Texan, Gabby’s face turning rosier by the second, her pink wad of gum, burbling over her bottom lip as the pressure mounts, dribbling down her body and into the oil, a precursor to where she would soon end, once again a bridesmaid to the two members of FAWN’s oil royalty.
“I promise,” Nyssa grunted between flexes. “I will bring the Raven down. She’ll pay for what she did to you and so many others.”
The attempt at kind words didn’t exactly match the Navajo’s actions. Though Nyssa was clearly within the rules of the Pit, few that they may be, she’s unrelenting on Gabby, Mendoza’s dark eyes starting to glaze as her brain was caught in the vise of Nyssa’s thighs.
Gabby huffed and puffed, then slapped and clawed at Nyssa’s grinding gams, but nothing did a lick of good. In fact the middling resistance only angered the Beautiful Bloodhawk, who grabbed Mendoza’s wrists and wrenched them away from her torso to create a rough ‘T’ shape. Growing more and more frustrated at the Arizonan’s domination, Mendoza shifted in place as best she could and got Bloodwind booty thumped against her shoulders for the trouble.
“Give it up, Gabby.” Nyssa said from her high perch. “I’ve got you and we both know--”
“Kiss my ass!” the Terrible Texan barked as defiantly as circumstances allowed. “You think you’re some sort of badass because you’ve got this little streak going all of the sudden? Lemme tell you something bytch-face, you’re not tuff enough to beat Lemarchand! Step to her with this little ‘tude of yours and she’ll whoop your OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!”
Nyssa tossed the other brunette’s wrists aside, snatched a double handful of hair and pulled like she meant to liberate a couple patches of Mendoza’s scalp. “You sure about that, sweetie pie?” the Nubile Navajo teased. “Seems like I’m plenty tuff enough to kick your overrated ass. And speaking of chicks who kicked your ass, doesn’t the Raven own a pair of your spangly little bottoms?”
“F*CK YOU!” Gabby wailed. “SHE GOT LUCKY, JUST LIKE YOU’RE GETTING LUCKY! I’M THE BADDEST BYTCH IN THE OIL PIT AND EVERYONE WHOOOAAAHH!”
Nyssa leaned forward and stretched out on her tummy in a sort of push-up position that was admittedly rather unorthodox because Gabby’s noggin was still caught between her thighs. “You’ve got a really big mouth, Gabby.” Bloodwind muttered as she continued to bear down on her prey’s skull. “And you know what happens to big mouths in the Oil Pit? They’ve gotta kiss the floor!”
Mendoza cursed in protest which only made Nyssa smile wider as she raised her hips and thrust ‘em down, all the better to BWONK the Babyfaced Killer’s forehead into the mat not just once, but over and over and over again.
When Nyssa barrel rolled to her back, she flipped the pacified Mendoza over with her, Gabby's head in her lap and still being crushed like a walnut to the nutcracker that was Nyssa's silky, glistening stems. Though not as stiff as canvas-covered plywood, the basketball-bouncing of G-Money's head on the Pit floor left the Babyfaced Killer less talkative if not completely incoherent. Gabby had enough sense to try and pry her braincase free but not enough to know it's futile.
Bloodwind clenched her perfect pearlies as she bore down again. "I appreciate stubborn. I do," the Navajo warrior assures between clenches. "But it's my FAWN life's work to take this Pit from Lenore. Hold this place as a harbor for the FAWNatics. I will beat Lenore or be left spent trying. This I swear to every last fan." Bloodwind, feeling Gabby's musculature loosen, gave up her Scissors and rotated around the lethargic frame of the Latina, moving to a forward-facing straddle of her foe's waist. She leveled a backhand chop Gabby's chest, ready to turn Mendoza's collar as red as her cheeks.
The CRAAACK of that first Bloodwind Chop earned the requisite ‘WOO!’ from those assembled, it also got a guttural moan from Mendoza who tried to cover up as best she could. Alas, Nyssa was having none of it, she simply brushed those paltry defenses aside and CRAAACKED the other brunette’s modest décolletage with another thunderous lick. “Give it up.” Bloodwind huffed while Mendoza cringed and tried to cover up. “My arm’s not going to get tired and these people sure as hell aren’t going to get bored listening to--”
Mendoza sat up fast, her fingers hooked into claws that sank deep into the Beautiful Bloodhawk’s bounty. “I’M THE ONLY ONE GETTING BORED, BYTCH NNNGGGHH!”
Gabby’s insurrection ended as quickly as it began when Nyssa palmed the other brunette’s head in both hands and THUNKED a short Headbutt into the bridge of her nose. Crumpling back to the floor with her face in her hands, the G-Thanger’s situation soon grew all the more dire because Bloodwind collected her wrists and pinned them high overhead. “I’d hate for you to be bored when I’m having so much fun.” Nyssa’s tone was poisoned honey as she slid Mendoza’s hands together and clamped ‘em in place with a single hand. “How about I slap your nasty little ass raw, hmmmmh? Will that keep your attention?” She didn’t wait for the Texan to ask, she just brought her free hand arcing down onto Gabby’s tits in a series of overhand Slaps that just CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRAAACKED through the cavernous confines of the FAWN Arena.
Mendoza wriggled from side to side, trying to reach a shoulder and hip in either direction, anything to stop the blistering attack of the Native beauty. But after a dozen CRACKS from the buzzsaw Bloodwind had become, Mendoza's dark eyes were pooled to the brim, her top in tatters, though still covering her bosom, if barely. "You're going to..." Gabby sobbed.
"I'm going to end Lenore's reign," a snarly Nyssa interrupted. "I might even convince her to leave Orlando." Bloodwind used the oil to spin her straddle in a 180 to a reverse sit, then backed her pert ass to Gabby's gurls. She lifted off the reddened pair and THUMPED her derriere down into Mendoza, driving the air from the deflated Texan. "Give up, Gabby," she advised, rising again and plunging her backside into Mendoza's breasts. "You're just in the wrong place." Nyssa thumped her foe again with a Keester bounce on Gabby's cleavage. "I want Lenore. Save yourself." Bloodwind, hearing no surrender, backed her ass up, her Native wonders sliding down and collecting under Gabby's chin. "Last chance."
Teeth grinding as she tried to regain a modicum of composure, Mendoza reached up with both hands and raaaaaaaaked her nails down Nyssa’s tawny backside. “Talk, talk, talk, that’s all you’ve got, Bytch Face. You can’t beat Lenore and you sure as f*ck can’t beat--”
CRAAAACK! Bloodwind did the impossible, she raised a sympathetic groan for Gabby Mendoza. She did it with another Overhand Slap, not to the Texan’s belly or her devastated chest, no, she delivered that wicked shot directly between her opponent’s thighs! “EVIL SLUT!” Gabby wailed. “YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THMMPPPHHH!”
Nyssa slid back and settled down, those oil-sheathed glutes creating a perfect seal around the other brunette’s upturned nose. Allowing herself a small smile as Mendoza’s shrieks burbled against her buckskin, Nyssa braced her hands against Gabby’s gulping tummy and shifted legs so that the soles of her feet were pressed against the sides of her opponent’s skull. “Know what I really regret?” Bloodwind twined her toes in Gabby’s oily hair and tugged just because she could. “Not slapping you out fifteen minutes ago.”
Looking to correct this oversight, she flattened one hand into a paddle and began to SMACK and SLAP at Mendoza’s defenseless belly while the crowd started chanting ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
But no tap was forthcoming from Mendoza, her arms flailing weakly now, with little direction. Bloodwind, apparently wanting to make yet another statement to the Baroness, rose off her greasy throne to lean forward and bring the vile Babyfaced Killer's crotch in range once more. "It's not like you don't deserve it," Nyssa grunted, lifting a tomahawk of a hand above Mendoza's crotch, perhaps trying to convince herself with those words the mental edge against Lenore she might collect from the blow would justify the nastiness involved. The FAWNatics cheering the Navajo warrior on didn’t bode well for Gabby either.
What did?
Mendoza's fierce spirit. With Nyssa raised off her face to deliver the coupe de grace, not only did the Terrible Texan draw in some invaluable breaths, but she regained enough awareness to fashion her right hand into a claw and insert it deep between Bloodwind's raised thighs. Sinking her nails into the faux buckskin of Nyssa's trunks, Gabby crushed the flower beneath with as much strength as she could generate. Though far from full power, the location and technique froze the presumed winner in her tracks, Nyssa mewling, dark eyes starting to well as she's attached from below. Reflexively, Bloodwind rose to a full kneel to pull her womanhood away from the agonizing grip but the extra space only allowed Gabby more room to maneuver and she jabbed her digits in deeper, squeezing with the fury only wronged Latinas could muster.
“Desperate bytch.” Nyssa growled as she fought to remain steady against the nauseating waves rolling out from her center. “You’re even nastier than the gum you--”
Gabby put her other hand against Bloodwind’s haunches and pushed forward so that the Arizonan slumped to all fours. It was still an incredibly vulnerable position for Mendoza in spite of the claw, so she gathered her reserves and kicked both legs up around the other brunette’s torso. Thighs snugged against Nyssa’s biceps, Gabby crossed her ankles, squeezed tight and thrust forward in a concentrated effort to drive Bloodwind’s face into the floor of the Pit.
“Lick it, Bytch Face.” she growled. “This Pit belongs to me. So do you. So does Lenore. You’re both just too stupid to realize it EEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Nyssa stretched her arms wide and SLAPPED the Texan’s hips in a gorgeous stereo Chop that got even nastier when she dug her nails deep into Mendoza’s gulping tummy. “Screw you, Mendoza.” the Beautiful Bloodhawk sneered. “You’re nothing but a second banana trying to play badass. Everyone knows you’d be jerking curtains if you hadn’t been leaching off of Rose and now GinnifOOOOOWWWWWWWW F*CK NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Mendoza dug her thumb into the other brunette’s crotch and sat up as fast as she could, all the better to THHWUMP Nyssa down flat on her face and chest. Legs still locked she extricated the claw after another vile squeeze, then curled her hands into hooks and unleashed every bit of anger and frustration on the Nubile Navajo’s defenseless glutes.
Slipping both sets of digits under the waistband of Bloodwind, Gabby THRUST her foe's trunks upward in a vengeful wedgie. The faux deerskin slipped between the Native American's cheeks, Mendoza creating a thong out of the material. Nyssa's body tensed as the oily cloth bit into her undercarriage. Taking advantage of the damage she's already done with her claw, the spiteful Latina sawed Nyssa's sex, grinding the 'skin' by tugging, providing slack, then tugging again. Trying to escape the unusual attack, a whimpering Bloodwind struggled to her feet, but Gabby followed her up, refusing to give up her makeshift weapon.
"On your toes, bytch face," she shouted, yanking upward again, forcing Nyssa to abide by her demands. One final violent pull had the Nubile Navajo yelping and hopping. Mendoza finally released and walked around the again frozen Bloodwind. Nyssa watched warily, hands buried between her glistening thighs, tenderly trying to remove the wedged buckskin, when Gabby pulled Bloodwind's face down and forward, burying Nyssa's nose in her modest bosom. She gave Bloodwind a scrub across her rack, more to make Nyssa aware of the fateful mistake she'd made than to smother. And with Nyssa's lips still tasting oily cleavage, Gabby punted the privates of the blinded Bloodwind, drawing a sympathetic groan from the crowd, the presumed foe for the Raven spilling to her haunches in front of Mendoza.
“That’s a good look on you.” the Babyfaced Killer chided once she’d tucked some hair behind her ears. “But I know one that’s even better.”
“Dirty bytch.” Nyssa groaned. “I’m gonna make you NNNGGHHH!”
Mendoza flicked a foot between her opponent’s splayed stems, Gabs making sure to gouge at the Arizonan’s undercarriage with her curled toes. Bloodwind cried out and doubled forward, both hands instinctively prizing at her rival’s wriggling ankle. Mendoza let her, or rather, she tolerated it while she snatched a double handful of the other brunette’s hair and dragged / skidded her along the floor of the Pit until she came to a smudgy stop against the wall. Palming Bloodwind’s noggin in both hands, Gabby pulled her forward, then drove her backward, just BWUNKING the Bloodhawk’s noggin like a basketball. Of course this didn’t nearly make up for all the punishment she’d absorbed earlier in the bout, so Mendoza bounced Nyssa’s head half a dozen more times before she spun around so that her backside was level with the penitent lovely’s face.
“You’ve talked trash about my gum for the last time, bytch face.” Mendoza leaned down, laid claim to Bloodwind’s wrists and pulled her arms up. “Now you’re finally gonna get a taste!” She jerked forward on Nyssa’s hands and thrust her hips back, Gabs sending the medicine ball of her backside into Bloodwind’s mug hard enough to bounce her skull against the wall yet again. What followed was a combination bludgeoning and Stink Face, Gabby just swishing those silver-sheathed cheeks to & fro against Nyssa’s protesting features while simultaneously bashing her melon against the slippery wall.
Bloodwind fought it every step of the way, but eventually oxygen deprivation slowed her movements and she couldn’t do much more than crumple to all fours after Mendoza let her wrists fall away. “Oh look, you really are a stepping stone, aren’t you?” Gabby teased. With that, she planted a foot on Nyssa’s back and boosted herself high enough to grab the top edge of the Pit Wall. Just like that she pulled up and twisted around, Mendoza earning startled buzz from the crowd when she took a seat on the narrow blue ledge.
With Bloodwind released from Mendoza's machinations, the tawny-skinned warrior tried to rise to vertical but the throbbing from her battered kitty undid Nyssa and she tumbled to the Pit floor in pain. Back on the slippery surface, the Nubile Navajo pulled her trunks out tenderly, yipping through the painful process.
Above her, Gabby's decided sitting on the edge wasn’t enough for what this bytch deserved after the humiliation she'd been put through. Instead, Mendoza stood on the edge of the Pit, looking down at the splayed Bloodwind hungrily. The question would be whether the bubble-blower would have the nerve. It quickly became a settled argument as the glistening Latina dove from on high in a somersaulting Shooting Star Press, changing the Pit game forever and absolutely CRUSHING Nyssa's open midriff with the ultimate leap of both faith and destruction. Bloodwind jackknifed under Gabs, dark eyes bulging before settling limply beneath the domineering Babyfaced Killer. It's likely Mendoza could have scored a ten-count if she chose so bereft was Bloodwind. Alas, there were no counts in the Pit and the snarling Gabby now had a statement of her own to make.
Pushing to her knees, Mendoza took a moment to flick distended trunks into place against her gleaming glutes before swinging one toned leg over the smoldering wreckage of Nyssa Bloodwind. Already smiling, Gabby nuzzled the other brunette’s chin against the fork of her crotch and put her hands on her thighs. “Who runs this Oil Pit, bytch face?”
Nyssa planted her feet and tried to bridge up, alas her demolished core resulted in little more than a bit of crippled twerking. “Nuuuuhhhh… not you MendozUUUNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Gabby pushed up on her knees, then dropped straight down, the Terrible Texan just THUMPING her tush atop Bloodwind’s breasts. “I asked you a question, BYTCH FACE.” she snapped her gum between the last two words for emphasis. “Who runs this Oil Pit?”
Nyssa raised her hands, cupped Mendoza’s hips and “UNNNNNGGGGHHH! UUUNNNNNGGHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Gabby unleashed a veritable fusillade of Butt Bombs, the Babyfaced Killer smashing her oily cheeks into Nyssa’s throat and chest at least a dozen times with no signs of stopping. Hands raised overhead, Mendoza snapped her fingers and fluffed her hair in time to a two part beat that went THUMP “QUIT!” THUMP “QUIT!” THUMP “QUIT!” After several more seconds she shifted to another verse. “QUIT, BYTCH-FACE, QUIT!” with each word punctuated with another devastating Butt Bomb.
Gabby continued to incessantly ride Nyssa, bouncing on her bosom like she's on a B-cup trampoline, never letting Bloodwind catch a full breath while bruising her breastbone and the flesh above it. Nyssa tried to thrust her pelvis to buck the Latina off but the demolition of her abs from the most remarkable Splash in FAWN history had left that an impossibility. After a dozen more THUMPS, the pain and frustration was overwhelming, Nyssa sobbing. Gabby delighted in the emotional and physical breakdown of the woman who was supposed to make her a punched ticket. "What happened, bytch face? You were going to do what to Lenore?" Gabs continued to bounce, chomping on her gum and gyrating her slender frame seductively between breathtaking impacts. "You ain't doin' shyt with your mamasita here." Gabby rocked Bloodwind's head from side to side with a couple wicked slaps to the cheeks then returned to the drumbeat of rack-flattening butt bombs until Nyssa's sobs turned to wailing pleas.
"I QUIIIITTT. YOU WIN. PLEASE STAHHHP! PLEEEEEEASE!"
Gabby smirked, slid forward and planted her victorious tush on Nyssa’s bawling mouth to better stifle those obnoxious groans while she was announced the winner. Treating the jeering FAWNatics to a theatrical yawn, Mendoza swatted her buns with both hands, then got up and walked a smutty little circuit around the crumpled Arizonan. “Yeah, not so big now, are ya? ARE YA?”
Nyssa didn’t answer to the Texan’s satisfaction, so Gabby bent over, hooked her fingers into that distended waistband and sloooooooowly peeled off the brunette’s buck-skin. There was the usual round of whistles and catcalls when Mendoza hoisted those purloined briefs overhead, but those were soon overwhelmed with shocked dismay when Gabby dropped to her knees beside Nyssa and stuffed the sopping fabric into the defeated lass’ mouth!
Bloodwind sputtered and twisted at once, unfortunately, Mendoza pressed a palm over the hapless brunette’s mouth and pinched her nostrils between thumb and forefinger. “Chew your gum, Nyssa! Yeah, that’s right, chew on it, bytch face!” Slithering her other arm around the Arizonan’s waist, Gabby pulled Nyssa halfway into her lap, then cupped a hand beneath her prey’s chin to better show off those gleaming eyes and distended cheeks. “Go on, Nyssa.” Mendoza planted a taunting kiss on Bloodwind’s forehead. “Tell the Raven what it’s like to lose to the next Oil Baroness. Actually, don’t. I’d rather show her.”
Gabby raised an elbow and planted it between Nyssa's eyes, providing an instant sedative, Bloodwind dropping to a spreadeagle with an oily squersh, bottoms still stuffed between her lips. Realizing Lenore had taken every stitch from Sayuki, Mendoza did the same with the Bloodwind, snatching her foe's top and leaving the demolished Nyssa's bare frame glistening under the lights. Gabby leaned against a wall in utter satisfaction, calling for the ladder that would be her exit and the entrance for the medical team sent to revive what little was left of a FAWN icon and stretcher Nyssa off to what and where, who knew?
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A big fight feel here tonight with FAWN on the road in Tallahassee. The Main Event featured the most anticipated rematch in the Oil Pit’s short, tempestuous history as the Babyfaced Killer Gabby Mendoza tried to avenge her single galling loss to the Raven and current ‘Oil Baroness’, Lenore Lemarchand. The brunette half of G-Thang certainly came in with a lot of momentum, as just the week prior she’d crushed the oily undefeated streak of one Nyssa Bloodwind and sent the Nubile Navajo into self-imposed social media exile. Of course Emily’s Lady in Waiting wasn’t resting on her laurels either, as she’d damned near steamrolled Sayuki Matsumoto in her return to the Pit after suffering an eye injury at the talons of then World Champion Adelaide Brewster late last year.
GABBY MENDOZA:
LENORE LEMARCHAND:
So if you’re only as good as your last match then both of these ladies were at the top of their game headed into this colossal clash and it showed from the opening bell when they came together like they were magnetized. To call the action frenetic would be an understatement, the action was in fact ceaseless as the Courtier and the former Lightweight Champion skidded, tumbled, twisted and slid over every inch of the bright blue floor in an effort to demolish the hated other. Five minutes passed with no drop in the action. Then ten. Then fifteen, still no slow down. Even closing in on twenty minutes and they showed no signs of stopping, though at least the brunettes had managed to stay rooted to one spot for almost thirty seconds. Set firm on splayed knees, Mendoza and Lemarchand waged war tummy on tummy with their conflict spilling over into a nearly fluid cycle of hand-fighting, hair-pulling, chest clawing, face slapping, back-raking and trunk tugging.
With neither woman holding a hint of concern they might lose, the Baroness and Babyfaced Killer threw their mass against the other. Finally. Slowly. Lenore forced Mendoza to set on her haunches from a raised kneel and as soon as the lovely Latina's center of gravity was moving in reverse, the harder it was to stop. The Raven compelled the gritting Gabby to fold backward, thighs on calves, shoulders soon planted to plastic.
Diving atop the usurper, Lenore made certain Gabby stays bent in two, G-Money wriggling and cursing but unable to shift the Raven's weight, Lemarchand starting to slide down Gabby's greased frame. The unbeatable bendyback's spandex-encased bosom scooted over Mendoza's and halted just under the twisting chin of the trapped Texan.
"That nitwit Nyssa didn't know what to do with a lead," Lemarchand grunted. Lenore placed a smooch on the tip of Gabby's beak. "We both know I do. There won't be any comebacks, tonight." The Courtier slipped forward further, placing her modest but breath-stealing rack over Mendoza's lips and nose, sending Gabby into twisting flails, the Raven expertly bracketing the Latina's head with her arms to keep the Babyfaced Killer suckling her cleavage rather than sucking air.
Lemarchand wasn’t built to win matches with the Front Sleeper, such a tactic was more the purview of her friend and mentor, but oxygen deprivation was oxygen deprivation and Lenore used her lissome frame as expertly as she used the rest of the Pit. With Gabby folded beneath her like a bit of awkwardly stacked luggage, the Courtier planted her knees and jostled in place, using the belly to belly bludgeoning to force even more breath from the Terrible Texan’s lungs. It was working too, she could feel the whistle and suck of Mendoza’s breathing growing more and more urgent as she smothered between the Baroness’--
“Dammit.” Lemarchand cursed when Gabby wrested one hand free and immediately snatched a huge handful of hair. “No you don’t, bytch.” Lenore endured the pain in her scalp and neck to keep her modest curves sealed tight against the other brunette’s face. “You don’t breathe until I UUUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Mendoza popped her hips so hard she almost strained her back, but in doing so she managed to get her legs out from under. Just like that she ‘smecked’ ‘em around the Raven’s waist and squeezed until Lemarchand was forced to rear back so she could PWAK angry fists into the Latina’s tummy. “Fuuuhhh…. f*ckin’ bytch face!” Gabby groaned in between ragged gasps. “You’re gonna wish you’d never UNNNGGGHHH!”
Lenore slapped her mouth, slapped it again because Gabby just had one of those faces. “Never what? Let you out from under my ass? You’re right, I already wish AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Mendoza clamped down on one nipple and gave it a vile twist in conjunction with another lingering pulse from her thighs. “Eat it, bytch face.” Gabby hissed. “Eat it, eat it, eat it!”
With each demand, Mendoza pumped a Forearm Shiver into Lenore's chin and the Courtier did indeed partake of her forced meal, Gabby rocking and rattling the braincase of her foe. When Lenore showed even a hint of confusion and a glaze in her eyes, the bubble-blower moved her arms to quickly secure a Guillotine Choke in addition to her thigh-flexing Scissors. Though the Raven remained on top , she's in the far inferior position. She tried to lift and separate her frame from the Latina's but the would-be Baroness from the Border wasn’t having it.
"Bloodwind wasn't any spoiled gringo and I banished her. Sent her sobbing into oblivion. Imagine what I'll do to you."
Lenore didn’t have to imaging too hard as the greasy gum-chewer was strapped on like a pit bull, trying to cut off Lemarchand's air supply in a completely different manner than the Raven had moments earlier. But just as it seemed the stately Lenore might be Baroness never more, she scooped both arms under the oily thighs of her foe. Showing an ability to keep her feet beneath her no one else could match in the Pit, the Raven rose to one knee, got both soles beneath, then leg pressed to vertical, a wide-eyed Mendoza shaking her head, ebony locks flying. Lemarchand releases an arm to PWAK a dozen short but powerful crosses into Gabby's ribs to loosen both her Scissors and her Guillotine, then with a great grunt of effort, flipped Mendoza up and over with a Suplex that sends her SQUERSHING into the Pit floor with a thump, Gabby reaching for the base of her spine after the impact.
Mendoza moved to a seated position and Lenore snuck right in behind, spooning her rival, ratcheting on a Sleeper grip around the Texan's cranium. Lemarchand 'lovingly' swept a few ebon tresses off Gabby's soft features. "Let's show the world what a two-time loser looks like," Lenore purred in Mendoza's ear.
“Nuuuhhh… never gonna beat me agUUUUUGGGGHHH!” Gabby wheezed in agony as Lenore wrenched the Sleeper from side to side for several hard seconds. Prizing and scraping at the taller woman’s forearm with one hand, Mendoza reached back with the other and managed to palm the Courtier’s noggin after a few awkward slaps. Galled by the mere idea of passing out in Lemarchand’s grip, Gabby leaaaaaaaaned back into her tormentor, using the Raven as a post to help her move from her butt to one knee, then from her knee back to full vertica--“OOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Lenore pulled her hand away from the base of Mendoza’s skull, flattened it into a paddle and CRAAACKED her tummy just as the Texan was almost upright! The blow was more startling than painful, but that’s all it needed to be for the Fair and Radiant Maiden to sling her back to the floor with the Sleeper still intact. “Where do you think you’re going?” Lenore ground the point of her chin into the top of Mendoza’s head. “We’re not finished down here yet.”
Bulling into Gabby from behind, Lemarchand stretched her out flat, then slithered into place atop her and ‘smeck-smeck-SMECKED’ her hips against the Latina’s upturned booty to the delight of the crowd! Once that was done she broke the Sleeper, sat up and laid claim to the smaller woman’s biceps.
“Don’t even think about it, beeyotch!” Mendoza growled as Lemarchand draped her arms over the sleek, ivory planes of her thighs. “Already thinking about it!” Lenore cupped her prey’s chin in both hands. “What’re you gonna do about OOOOWWWWW DAMMIT!”
Gabby sank her teeth into the Courtier’s palms, forcing Lemarchand to push out of her perch on instinct. Mendoza slid backward at once, reared back on her haunches and shoved Lenore’s legs out from under her to drop the Baroness on her butt with an audible PLOP! The Babyfaced Killer glued herself to Lemarchand’s back in an instant, Gabby going back to those modest curves with an under-the-arm, wrist-crossed grip on Lenore’s bounty. In the same breath she slid her legs over the Raven’s but hooked her ankles under the other brunette’s. A simultaneous squeeze / stretch was enough to put Lemarchand in a bad spot, especially when the silver-clad challenger laid out on her back, thus pulling the larger battler into her slippery lap.
"Back where you belong, bytch face," Gabby taunted, while hooking her tines into the thinly-sheathed chest of the Baroness. "Squeal for me," Mendoza demanded, but Lenore bit her lower lip instead, keeping the pain inside. Mendoza thrust her pelvis up, forward and down, dropping the Courtier's keester into the Pit floor. The extra padding dulled the blow to the Raven's tailbone, but it still drew a flinch from Lemarchand. Gabby pulled her back for a second similar ride and a third, the pain increasing with each, the claws sunk into her chest not helping. Mendoza released one of the Raven's gurls and dipped an index finger between her lips to produce the pink wad she‘d been chewing since she came through the curtain. She slipped the be-globbed digit into Lemarchand's ear, much to the disgust of the crowd.
"Wet willy!" Gabby chuckled. "See? You're a joke," the Babyfaced Killer insisted. "You're not the Big Bad everyone makes you." Gabby barrel rolled to her right, bringing Lemarchand with her and ending atop her foe's back, riding the Raven. With both hands sinking into Lenore's locks, she pulled the Courtier's head back and THUMPED it into the Pit floor then swiped it across the greasy plastic. "You're whatever I make you, bytch face."
Setting her feet after a bit more burbling passes across the Pit Floor, Gabby grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched the other brunette’s head back at a sharp angle. “Oh, you got something here, lemme get it.” Mendoza plucked the gum from Lenore’s ear, made to pop it into her mouth, then shook her finger ‘no, no, no!’ “Hmmmmmhhhh, just WHERE should I put this? In your whimpering little mouth?” Gabby scrubbed the neon wad against Lenore’s pursed lips. “Up your pointy little nose?” She tapped it against the tip of Lemarchand’s nose, making the Courtier squirm. “I KNOW! How about this fugly, weepy eyAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Lenore wrested her chin free of the G-Thang’ers grip and sank her teeth into the palm of her hand. Squealing in surprise, Mendoza dropped the gum and scrambled to her feet to get away from-- the Raven snatched hold of the Texan’s right ankle and jerked back just as Gabby started forward, meaning the smaller battler dropped into an awkward, agonizing split!
“Wanna know what I am, little girl?” Lenore huffed to the gingerly squirming brunette. “I’m the woman who used you like a bicycle seat in the middle of this Pit anytime I wanted to.” She bent down, plucked the gum off the floor and considered it. “ I’m also the woman who showed the world where your gum belongs.” Pulling Gabby’s silver bottoms backward with one hooked finger, Lenore showed the gum to the crowd, then dropped it in her foe’s ‘coin slot’. Mendoza grimaced in horror, but she soon forgot this slight in favor of fresher agonies because Lemarchand bundled both arms over her head so she could tweaaaaak, twisssst and puuuuuull the Texan’s nubs one right after the other.
Unaccustomed to such treatment, Mendoza yelped in pain, grasping at Lenore's wrists, trying to work Lemarchand's pincers away without causing a hell of a lot more pain in the process. It proves an impossible task and the Baroness kept working her like a Guernsey at milking time. Things went from bad to worse for the lovely Latina when the Raven descends in a split-legged leg drop across each thigh, DRIVING the already painful splits home even wider, Gabs' groin muscles stretching to the snapping point.
Now seated behind Gabby, the challenger's legs beneath hers, Lenore removed her pincers and locked a palm around her opposite wrist. Apparently wanting to see what Gabby had for a pre-match meal, she pounded several Heimlich maneuvers into the tawny tummy of the Texan. Only rushing exhales escape, Gabby's gum already placed elsewhere by the Courtier.
"Don't write such big checks, little girl. Not in my pit."
Mendoza groaned in gut-shot agony with each new ‘ooommph!’, the back of her head lolling sadly against Lenore’s left shoulder time and again. Watching the action from above, the ref put both hands on the edge and leaned over to ask, “What do you say, Gabby? Ready to call it?”
“Nuuuhhh…. NO!” the Babyfaced Killer almost sobbed. “SHE’S NOT THE BARONESSSAAAAAAWWWWWW!”
Lenore relinquished the stomach pump in favor of tawdry old-school FAWN Claw grip affixed directly to the center of the Texan’s silver trunks. “You’re right, Gabby.” the Raven muttered in her rival’s ear. “I’m not the Baroness. I’m the woman that scraped you across every inch of this floor for EEEEEERRRRHHHHH YOU VICIOUS BYTCH!”
Gabby, who’d cupped one hand to the back of Lemarchand’s head to better hold her in place while she raaaaaaked and gouged at the other brunette’s freshly cleared left eye just smiled and rasped, “Gonna stick gum in your eye, bytch face. See if I don’t!”
Finding a perfect key for the lock on her dire circumstances, Mendoza felt Lenore's arms unclasp, the Courtier's left hand shooting to her aching socket.
"You're gonna dieUHHH." Lenore's threat was cut short when the bubble-blower managed to drive an elbow behind her, hitting the sweet spot again. Though Lemarchand's hand offers some protection, it's not enough for her to consider anything but rolling away from her challenger and scrambling to her feet to make more room between them, Lenore's preternatural ability to keep from slipping off her feet allowing her to shamble to the Pit wall, rubbing furiously.
Mendoza was finally able to gingerly work out of her forced splits. She pulled her tawny stems together with a wince and rolled to her chest to watch the Baroness fuss with her injured eye, Lenore cursing under her breath. Gabby ignored the tightness below as she pushed to her feet. She limped her way to the Courtier and JAMMED a lowered shoulder into the ivory midriff of her foe. With the groaning Raven doubling over, Gabby leapt the best she's able and it's enough to lift a knee dead between the peepers of the Black Court's Lady-in-waiting. Lemarchand's head snapped back violently, the base of her skull then clunking against the thinly-padded Pit wall. The searing pain from her eye dulled by the 'thunking' head shots, Lenore's legs slid out in front of her, her back skidding down the wall until the Baroness was seated, lower limbs extended, arms leaden at her sides, left eye bloodshot between hard blinks.
Breathing hard after her narrow escape from the Courtier’s clutches, Mendoza leaned over Lemarchand not to attack, but to brace both hands against the slick blue wall of the Pit. “Luuuuhhhh…. looks like you’re seeing stars, bytch face.” she taunted after several seconds. “Or is your head so screwed up you’re seeing ravens? Ya know what, I don’t actually care. Because I’ve got something a whole lot better for you to look at.”
Mendoza helped herself to a double handful of hair and tugged Lemarchand’s noggin off the wall while simultaneously pivoting so that her right hip was almost level with the Baroness’ mug. Then she pulled on the former and swung the latter like a pendulum, all the better to THWHAP-THUNK Lenore’s head between her hip and the wall. Lemarchand groaned, raised pushing hands to Mendoza’s glutes, but the challenger just swung right through the resistance once, twice, thrice! Maintaining pressure after the fourth collision, the Terrible Texan worked her hips in a series of tight, quick figure eights. It wasn’t quite a Stinkface and it wasn’t quite a Rump Smother, but it was most definitely unpleasant, if the Raven’s grumblings and groanings were any indication.
“Eat it, bytch face.” Gabby huffed. “You just eat it ALL UPPEEERRRRHHHHH WHORE!”
Lenore’s right hand once again found Mendoza’s crotch, the embattled Baroness using her thumb to force the smaller wrestler up on agonized tiptoe. Finally twisting her features free of Gabby’s pulverizing hip, Lemarchand sucked wind as she continued to gnash and tear at her foe’s center. “Guuuuhhh… gonna pay for going at my eye, you cheap skank. Hope you like the taste of AAAAAAAAAAHHHH FAAAAAAAAHK!”
One for the highlight reels and ‘most shocking’ lists for years to come when the tiptoed Texan jammed a desperate hand down the back of her town togs and pulled out the gum so rudely deposited earlier in the contest! Just like that she jabbed the glistening glob into Lenore’s bleary eye and gouged like she meant to keep it there for good!
The Raven squealed in agony as Mendoza's gum, chewed both by her teeth and her oily ass was made the world's least hygienic contact lens by the Babyfaced Killer. Lenore pulled her now very familiar thumb loose from the pie as every thought, fleeting and otherwise, went to her agonizing eye socket.
No longer Lenore's hand puppet, a wincing Gabby turned to better rub the soiled pink wad in deep. Shrieking in agony, Lemarchand desperately tried to remove the offending sugary wad. But with Mendoza maintaining all the leverage, the Raven was unable. The Baroness' legs flailed, skimming over the slippery plastic floor, arms pushing weakly at Gabby's wrist.
"Did you think could do what you did to me, gringa? And get away with that?" the Latina growled. "Hell no!" Gabby RAMMED a knee into Lenore's chin, snapping her noggin back, the wicked whiplash finally freeing the Raven's eye from the unique cruelty of the Babyfaced Killer. Grabbing the wrists of the dazed Raven, Gabby dragged the carcass of Lemarchand out several steps from the wall and dropped her in a starfish, spreading Lenore's long alabaster stems wide with disdainful kicks. Settling in a stance just south of Lenore's bare feet, Mendoza leapt into the air, extending her tawny stems in a single file and RAMMING them into the open target at the juncture of Lenore's thighs. The Raven shot to a seated position from the crushing of her kitty, both peepers welled now, mouth agape, hands buried in her crotch.
Gabby wriggled her toes in the tenderized womanhood. "Don't look like no Baroness now, bytch face."
Half blind and almost paralyzed with nausea following the crushing Low Blow, Lenore Lemarchand hunched forward and scraped at Gabby’s ankle with one hand while the other pulled and tore at her own hair to more evenly distribute the anguish. Mendoza saw this and just shook her head ‘no’.
“Don’t think so, beeyotch.” Helping herself to the taller wrestler’s ankles, she stretched Lemarchand’s legs as wide as she could manage and drew both heels back to “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH YOU BYTCH!” Gabby sobbed in surprised anguish when the Raven jabbed both thumbs into the soles of her encroaching feet.
“Yeah, I’m a bytch.” Lemarchand’s whole frame shuddered with exertion as she tried to climb her way out through the Texan’s feet. “I’m the biggest bytch in this Pit and don’t you ever forgetAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHH!”
Gabby practically folded herself in half to jab at Lenore’s eye but the gambit paid dividends as the knuckles of her index and forefingers connected with the brunette’s wounded left socket!
Shrieking with relief as the fire in her feet faded away, Mendoza scrambled to her knees and barreled the Courtier onto her back with an oily ‘SPLAT!’ Scrambling into a Schoolgirl Pin as fast as her wounded legs could manage, Gabby snatched a double handful of hair, rose up on both knees and dropped every bit of her weight onto the Baroness’ chest! “QUIT!” she rose up for a second Butt Bomb. “QUIT!” A third. Lenore’s legs kicked with the impact. “QUIT!” A fourth. Lenore pushed at those tawny hips.
“QUIT, QUIT, BYTCHFACE QUIT!”
Gabby made a song out of it as she continued with the furious gluteal carpet bombing.
“QUIT, QUIT, BYTCHFACE QUIT! QUIT, QUIT, BYTCHFACE QUIT!”
With each landing of Gabby's pert cheeks on her bruised, battered bosom, more breath is expunged. Barely getting to gasp in a shortened breath before the next butt bombing, Lenore's dark eyes, one disturbingly reddened and watering, bulged wide. She tried to get her hands up to claw into Gabby's top but Mendoza easily plucked the wayward limbs, swinging them wide, safely away from any attack. The Babyfaced Killer gets right back to what's becoming her signature bounce. The baby oil spurted from beneath the Raven's back with each flattening of her torso.
Slowly, barely audible, Lenore squeaked out a weak 'stahhp' between huffs.
Knowing the ref couldn’t hear and quite enjoying her bumpy ride, Mendoza kept right on crushing the Baroness under her silvery togs. Catching sight of her lost wad, Gabby plucked it off the slippery surface and with one big butt drop, forces Lenore's lips wide and plops the stanky gum into the Raven's open maw!
Lemarchand gagged violently but another heavy landing forced her reflexes to swallow it down, the Courtier sobbing at the thought of the humiliating snack and her failing body.
"You're not listening," Gabby sing-songed. "I SAID QUIT BYTCHFACE QUIT." The Latina even got some in the crowd to join her until the message is resounding and a ravaged Baroness breathlessly cried loud enough for all to hear.
"I QUIT!"
"AND?" Gabby added.
"AND I'M A BYTCH FACE!"
Mendoza nodded knowingly. "Yes. Yes you are."
Pushing offa her wheezing perch once the bell sounded, Mendoza wasted no time snatching Lenore’s top from her chest. The ‘Baroness’ briefs on the other hand were handled with a great deal more ceremony, the Babyfaced Killer shoveling Lemarchand onto her belly so she could plant a foot on the small of her back and sloooooooooowly peel them down the Courtier’s exhausted legs.
For a moment it looked like she might resign them to the same fate as Nyssa’s buckskin, but instead she hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes and raised them triumphantly overhead. “THAT’S RIGHT, BYTCHES!” she told the jeering crowd. “I TOLD YOU I WAS THE BADDEST AND THESE RIGHT HERE?” Gabs twirled the shorn briefs on one finger. “THESE PROVE IT!”
That might’ve been the case, but the new Baroness wasn’t quite satisfied yet, so she braced her feet on either side of the Raven’s hips, helped herself to a double handful of hair and yanked Lenore to all fours. Settling her own tush atop the beaten brunette’s lower back, Mendoza took a moment to tuck the briefs into her own togs, then stretched the top taut and pulled it across and ultimately into her rival’s mouth! Lemarchand growled deep in the back of her throat, a sound that pleased Gabby so much she halved the grip so she could raise her other hand high and CRAAACK those ivory glutes once, twice, three times!
“Giddyup, bytch face.” she demanded. “The Baroness wants a ride.”
Lenore didn’t move.
Gabby snorted, her upper lip curling in a sneer.
“Trying to play tuff? Too late, bird brain. I said GIDDYUP!”
She cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKED Lemarchand’s rear as hard as she could, great gaudy slaps that left vicious red handprints on those formerly unmarred glutes.
Lenore still didn’t move.
Lips almost disappearing in a thin, pale line, Gabby cupped her right hand beneath the Raven’s chin and wrenched her head back at an awkward angle. In the same instant she crooked her left hand into a talon and pressed index, middle and ring fingers to the other brunette’s left eye.
“I’m going to say this once, bytch face.” her voice was quiet, but icy cold. “I want a victory lap, you’re going to give me one. Or I’ll put you on the shelf for the rest of the year. Understand me?”
Mendoza gouuuuuuuged at the Raven’s eye socket to make sure there was no room for misunderstanding.
Silence for a moment, then Lemarchand muttered something around the makeshift bridle.
“Excuse me?”
Gabby pulled it loose just to swat the brunette’s buns once again.
“You evil bytch.” Lenore whispered.
“Evil bytch BARONESS.” The Babyfaced Killer pulled Lemarchand’s hair back in a greasy ponytail. “Now march!”
Swallowing her pride was far more painful than that disgusting gum, but in the end Lenore gave Gabby what she wanted, in fact she managed three full circuits of her former kingdom before Mendoza got bored and butt bombed her flat against the floor. Standing tall as the unquestioned Queen of FAWN’s oily scene, Gabby Mendoza put a foot on Lenore’s back and offered up a double bicep flex for those assembled.
“The Baroness is dead, bytch faces. Long live the Baroness!”